Poppy bags Bute

Poppy bags Bute

The sun woke me this morning, her big golden beams warming the bed. Big stretchees, wakey wakey shakees, lets find dad. Dad was working on his laptops. I gave him a dunt. Nothing. Ha, dads wearing shorts! I pawed his leg, “Ouch! Ok Poppy I see you!” Walkies dad?
Mornin came and went, I was guardin mums bird feeders round the back, good job, sleekit wee squirilsees were trying to fill their boots, not when poppys are on the case. Down the steps I chased him, across the garden but he managed to scarper up a tree. He’ll be back.
At lunchtime Dad was taking things out to Betsy, mmm I smell an adventure, I better stick to dad so he doesn’t forget me. He worked away till mum came home. I hardly had time to courie into mum to give some lovin an licks when dad wheeched away and bundled me into Betsy. As Betsy woke up from her sleeps with a big roar mum jumped in and we were off.
Betsy took us to the big road, we didn’t go over the big bridge but travelled down beside the water, mmmm we don’t go this way often. As we came to a roundabout a van passed us but instead of going round it he flew off the road and drove straight into bushes and trees with an almighty crash. Are you meant to do that dad? Mum and dad let out yelps. Mum asked if we should stop, but dad said another van had stopped. Betsy trundled onwards through the rain and eventually stopped for a rest at a place called Wemyss bay. Where we going mum? “The Isle of Bute Poppy”
I have never been here before, but I know a port when I sniff one, we’re going on a boat! Betsy was first on the ferry. We were told to stay in Betsy so mum and dad went to the back of Betsy and watched the telly. I stayed up front.
poppysocks on bute ferry
Sniff, sniff, sniff, food. I better go back and investigate. Mmmm treats, I’m likin this stay in Betsy. I jumped up on the couch and has a peek out the window. There were a lot of cars on the ferry. The car behind had a staffy in it. Poor staffy, it’s a big car but not as much space as Betsy. Time for a nap.
poppy the westie on the bute ferry
Naps was rudely interrupted by a loud horn, Mum and dad got up and went to the front of Betsy, “Come on Tink time to go”. The ferry’s mouth opened wide and we landed on Bute.
poppy the westies firts sight of bute
Mums phone started talking telling Betsy where to go. I don’t think it knows where we were going. It took us up hills….then down again. Up streets….then back again. It took us down dead end roads..Enough. Eventually we met some locals who gave us directions.
bute locals
A little time later Betsy found her bed for the night. I was let out on long leash, I’m likin it here. Then I couldn’t believe my eyes. I met the staffy who was in the car behind us on the ferry! He was our next door neighbour, small world.
betsy at rothsey

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