Friends, collies, all Canine Parners (but especially Bumble),
What a big day I had at the training team meeting, outlined in my last post. Now, oh boy now, at last, 3 years down the line, I was actually going to meet the love of my life – the wonderful Bumble, who does all these cleaver tasks for her person, to help her out.
To be honest, and I’m all for honesty, it didn’t go brilliantly. There was me and Bumble and three, yes three, of the two legged things. I thought the surveillance was a bit OTT and it rather cramped my style (possibly that could be a good thing). Actually, I was exhausted, what with the heat, and having to be on my best behaviour the whole day (see my last post), and Bumble was rather forward, I thought. I don’t like to admit it but I slunk away under a garden bench. Perhaps next time we could have a run in the park, , where my amorous attentions might be given a little more freedom to roam.
Also, I was v. v. v worried about my van. It had done us proud on the motorway but, when we got to Bumble’s house, the electronic window broke and it was half open. How could I go Munroing when someone could put their hand in and steal all my treats, while we were out on the hills. I wasn’t so worried about the windscreen wiper that stopped working because there hadn’t been any wet, wet, wet for ages.
The long and the short of it was that, with much technical support and even more elbow crease, my window was prised shut and we set off North on a wing, a prayer, and an RAC membership card. It was late by the time we rolled up at a place to rest our heads, just north of the Bridge of Orchy but, wasn’t it just worth the journey.
Oh, for the Munros next day, but first…
Love Ben xx