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So, after having two xmas days this year, one at a holliday cottage and one in our own house, a week apart and endless rounds of turkey and pork related dinners inbetween...it was time to walk off some xmas pounds becuase I was starting to look more bear cub than dog.
So we packed up and set off for megget dam in tweedmuir. We have been there many times and it is a great walk, except the fact you need to be on the lead as there are cattle grids and sheeps.

Fogetting the season and how high up the hills are we were not dressed for the mist, which at that height was just actually rain. It seems to me the sheeps are much bolder this time of year maybe becuase they are older but they were anywhere but where they should be....behind the fences.
Now you might think that poses an issue for canines and owners as most owners will proceed with extreme caution approaching unfenced sheeps with a dog as to not scare them..the sheeps that is. But to be honest the sheeps take one look at me and and through rose tinted specticales see bambi. So owner needing to proceed with cation due to sheeps having horns and being bold enough to think I am worthy of them chasing me off.
Anyway all was well, mum did a great job of being scary and encouraging sheeps to move out of the way. However, in doing so a large gathering of them decided to run down the road to where dad was parked up and was setting up the picnic. Im glad to say it was a tuna sandwich as wollen, fur relations could have been strained, had lamb been on the menu.
So as we sat inside the car having our picnic and cup of tea, the indigenous sheeps population gathered around outside, which was not so great for me becuase despite the weather being so foul I still would have appreaciated a sniff around outside and a customery free wander after my dinner.

Walks of the waterfalls

Yet another holiday adventure for me,this time not too far from home near a village called Caputh in Perthshire.  We stayed in a cottage by the river Tay. The cottage belonged to the woman who caught the biggest Salmon fish in the country by line in a river ever. The cottage was spacious and perfect for dogs, it also had a fantastic window seat for mum over looking the river.
The river side walk began from the back garden and went on for over a mile. Mum and I found a secret spot where I could go in and paddle about a mile and a half from the house.
No lead required and I ran around off lead every morning of the trip.

Perthshire has much to offer for walkers and every town/village has a walk or more. Mum decided that each day of the holiday her and I would conquer a waterfall. Starting in Dunkeld on day 1 we reached the heights and we're rewarded with spectacular views whilst doing the Hermatige walk. Mum got lost on the way back and we ended up in the wrong car park so the walk was a lot longer walk than we anticipated. We finished up for tea and a smoked salmon sandwich at the Dunkeld hotel. Dad didn't come with us on our walks as he wasn't well, having saved a chest infection for his holiday instead of contracting it before hand.



On day 2 we went further a field to Kenmore that was an adventure, a miss timed phone call saw dad miss the turning for Aberfeldy resulting in us driving way up in to the mountains on a single track road. The car was piping hot from the brakes by the time we made it all the way down in to Kenmore.

Mum and I walked to the falls of Acharn,  this was a steep climb but importantly a circular, helps mum not get lost.On the way is a hermits cave,mum was too scared to go in on the way up because it was black dark inside but I dragged her through it on the way back and she was glad I did as we found a secret viewing platform for the waterfall and it was spectacular.
We went to the watermill in Aberfeldy for a sandwich and cup of tea after this walk. A Lovely wee place where I can sit out side with mum and dad.

Day 3 we went to Pitlochry and mum and I set off to find the black spout waterfall, this was the least impressive of the waterfalls we saw this week but a nice walk up through the forest.  Mum got lost on the way back (sigh) so we ended up walking round the edge of a big field where we finally met up with dad who was checking out a distillery. We found a dog friendly pub in Pitlochry and I sat out side with mum and dad whilst they had tea and a sandwich. Mum.opted for cake on this occasion but I think she had earned it.



All in all a fantastic holiday great cottage, great walking country I'm rating it 4 out of 4 paws and a waggy tail!.

Classic Drive Out

So last Sunday we headed out to a favourite spot at Tweedmuir in the Scottish Borders the first stop was a quick run about for a wee, mum and I had our picture taken up the hill.
Then it was back in to the car and off we go up the hills.
 As we reached the turn to go up in to the hills we were flagged down by a very official looking man with a Walkie Talkie. I misinterpreted this at first as I thought were getting out for a stroll and a chat but it turns out it's a distance communication tool. The man asked us to wait because there was a classic car Raleigh on that day and some of the cars were coming down the single track road. We waved and beeped as they went past.

We squeezed past all the classic cars huddled in the top car park and we thought that was it. We were most dissapointed as there were actually 100s and 100s of cars all the way along the trail. Not one single picnic spot was free for us to sit out and have lunch.

We found a small grassy spot at the edge of the road overlooking the loch I had a small spot of lunch mum and dad had sandwiches and a freshly made cup of tea.

It was fun to spot all the cars and guess what they were but note to self, not a good day to find a picnic spot.

For this particular day I am scoring 2 out of 4 paws