Dry wet then dry again
Mum took me for my mornin walk when we got back Betsy was all packed up and ready to roll. Dad was talking to Staffys dad, he was telling dad places to visit on the island, I hope he tells him where to play ball. After brekky bickys we were ready for the off.
Mum was miffed as dad said we should go to Ettrick Bay as Staffys dad said it would be good for poppys to play ball, “Did you not listen to one word I said? I told you we were going to Ettrick Bay!” Betsy took us down the tight streets of Rothesay to the front then spun north to Port Bannatyne, soon we were on the country roads. As she was getting close to the see a car stopped to let us pass, It was Staffy, his dad must have taken him out for a walk! Well if its good enough for Staffy. Betsy squeezed into a small bit of grass beside a tearoom, BEACH! BALL! Mum took me down to the sands as dad locked up Betsy.
The beach was great. Lots of space to run and play ball. Let’s go all the way to the end. I led mum and dad down the beach all the way to the rocks, I jumped up for a better view. Mum was looking worried because the sky was getting darker and darker. We headed away from the sea because the beach was disappearing by the second.
That’s when the sky started wailing. We were the only ones on the beach. The wind started to blow and soon we were all drookit. The rain was horizontal, My legs were as wet as if I was in the sea! It was a slog back to Betsy when we got to her mum and dad changed into dry cloths and I got put in Doggy Bag and towelled down. By then the rain had stopped and the locals were back on beach, Betsy decided it was time to go.
We were meant to go to Rothesay but Betsy found the long way to Rothesay. Over hills and through glens. As we reached the brow of a hill we saw it, Scalpsie Bay. Dad its not raining can we go? Luck was on my side, Betsy stop! Look a space big enough for you! She squeezed in and we headed down a long path to the bay.
The beach was just perfect, the sand was firm beneath my paws perfect for playing ball. Across the sound we could see the Isle of Arran and Skipness on Kintyre where we were a few weeks ago.
There are sealmonsters in this bay, lets look for them. I met another dog and asked him, no sealmonsters up this end of beach. Dad we have got to go back.
At the end of the beach was a path that lead to some rocks, as mum and dad walked ahead I found perfume! I rolled over the perfume it smelled glorious. Mum and dad were not chuffed “Poppy what have you been rolling in! You are covered!” We didn’t find sealmonsters instaid we went back to Betsy where dad attacked me with wet wipes and fairy liquid. Poppys hates fairy liquids.
This time Betsy took us directly to Rothesay. On the way she had to stop because a chicken was crossing the road. Chickens crossing the roads? Why? Betsy parked up next to the seaside on a big road beside a posh hotel. It had steps, I had to investigate, can we stay here tonight Mum?
Time to head into town. Poppys likes Rothesays. The path into town is wide and away from the cars so poppys can be off leash. The path has lots of nice smells. Poppys have to be alert though, strange noisy boats are a bit too close, they might attack, grrrrrrrrrrr.
When we got into town there was an amazing smell……..fishees and chips! Can we mum? Can we Dad? I’m STARVING! Mum went into Zavaroni’s chip shop and came out with bags of YUM. Where will we go to eat? How about the pier there are seats there and its quiet.
Lunch over into town for a plod. At the castle my nose started to twitch, I know that smell. That’s the smell of big white hissy birds. Hissy birds don’t like poppys, poppys don’t like hissy birds. Grrrrrrrrr good job it’s behind the bars.
When we got back to camp Staffy had gone home and we had a new neighbour, Harris. Harris was a younger cousin of mine and he was just over a year old. Dad can I go play? I had a great time playing with Harris, wee ran about daft playing chasees, but had to put him in his place when he tried to bite my ears… strange puppy.
After a rest we wandered down the serpentine to Bonnie Clyde for dinner. I got fishees and scallops even some langoustines, YUM. Dad’s leg was sore so instead of walking up the big hill a nice taxi took us back to Betsy and Bed.