"The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's." – Mark Twain, Letter to W D Howells, 4/2/1899

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Pesky Wee creatures

“Seashore” Scottish Terrier pastel by Muriel Helen DawsonThey’re pesky wee creatures.

Every day, at about this time, I walk down to the beach. My mistress, the one who writes books, has a house not far from the shore. She likes to come down here when the weather is warm. “No bloody telephone, and no one dropping in unannounced. Absolute heaven.” I don’t much care where we stay as long as I can protect her. She doesn’t need protecting at this hour of the day. She is in her little shed writing mystery stories. She’s reasonably safe in there, so I have a bit of time where I can come down to the shore and take in all the aromas.

The seagulls can be a bit of a nuisance, but it’s this damn crab that really gets up my nose. It should be frightened of me, but no matter what I do it does not seem to care. It bit me on the nose the first time I encountered it. I keep my distance since then. I run at it and bark at it, but it just stands there waving its legs in the air. I get the feeling that it would be quite tasty, but how the hell do you get hold of it.

I’ve wasted enough time worrying about that crab. There are other spots that need checking, and then it will be time to go and check on my mistress. She has her tea in the middle of the morning, and if I am close by and particularly well-behaved, I usually get one of those human biscuits, so I don’t want this annoying crab to make me late for biscuits.

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The Best Part of my Day

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The best part of my day begins when my mistress gets home from work.

Her train gets in about half past six and she is through the door about ten minutes later. I jump about a lot and she scratches my ears.

She picks up my lead and we head for the beach. Sometimes we just sit there and look out at the water. I wonder how I can catch one of those birds and she wonders about stuff that human females wonder about.

The next bit is fun also — fish and chips from the shop. I’m not allowed to have any ‘until they cool down’, which seems to take forever.

As it gets dark, we walk slowly home and I’m allowed to sniff anything I like, no matter how long it takes.


ZED

Zed’s approach to life is damn near perfect.

He sleeps until something interesting starts to happen, and when it does he is ‘instant on’.

Everything is interesting.

A game is only an old toilet roll or a sock away.

He comes when he is called without need for reward.

He would love to take over but he doesn’t because he knows that I’m leading the way, but if I falter he is ready to assume command.

He may look like he is asleep but he’s always on alert, as that black and white sheep dog next door could attack at any moment; the bloke who delivers stuff could come to the front door or another dog in the neighbourhood could give the alarm.

He knows that waiters and waitresses are wonderful people who bring food to our table, some of which might come his way, but all other humans are potentially evil. Once he gets to know you and decides that you are worthy of inclusion into the pack he is always happy to see you, even if you have been away for a long time.

He knows that small children and little old ladies are going to cause trouble but he deals with them in different ways. Small children get frequent warnings ‘to stay away’. Mostly they are smart enough to get the message but little old ladies don’t listen and believe that they can tame anything, so they keep on coming even though the humans tell them not to. Zed let’s them pat him but as they withdraw they get a sharp reminder that you don’t approach a dog, you let him/her approach you.

Zed knows that lying in sunlight is one of life’s best things and that when your sister says the game is over it’s over!

He also knows when one of the humans in his house is feeling low he does the only thing he is capable of, he stays very close.

He loves riding in cars and going for walks especially with the big dogs across the road. He would love to sort out the naughty one and he has tried a couple of times  but his big heart is outmatched by her considerable size. Even though they are uneasy friends Zed does enjoy a ‘pack walk’ and particularly with big dogs.

Image Generally speaking, if he was a little bit calmer he would have the perfect outlook on life but then again, if he was a bit calmer he would not be Zed and that would be sad.

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