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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.