Final instalment (for now) of doggie tails in MacRosty Park, Crieff by Mina Moffat


A Tail by ViVi Dog

There is a little lady whom I meet regularly, she is a neat little Westie by name of Milly.  She is a nice little soul who always has time for me.

Only, she does so love the sound of her own voice.  Frequently I can hear her before I see her.  In a way this is good because I recognise her bark immediately and know that I will be meeting up with her.   She lives near the park and sometimes I am sure I can hear her barking as soon as she leaves her house to make her way down the path to the park.

She mostly walks with her mum although sometimes her dad is there too.  When the humans stand and chat this is alright with us canines as it gives us the opportunity of sniffing about.  Other times we will all walk together and meet with our friends. If we stand too long Milly gets impatient and barks to tell the humans to move on, or maybe it is just her way of getting a treat.  She is one of those – the canines who use emotional blackmail on their humans to get regular treats.  Me, I don’t go down this route.  I don’t like treats and indeed turn up my nose when offered one, maybe a bit rude of me but I don’t appreciate them the way Milly does.

Milly used to have a friend who lived with her but sadly she is no more.  Milly does miss her so.  Sometimes I think I can see a sad expression on her face as she looks around the park to see if Sophie is there.  Sophie was another Westie, not as loud as Milly but very friendly.  I don’t like when a dog goes missing from our group of friends, but this does happen from time to time.

Even though Milly likes making a noise she is not fond of noises she does not understand.  I have seen her stop and look about if she hears a loud bang like a bird scarer going off, or someone shooting pigeons. In this she has my sympathy, I don’t like bangs either.  Her mum says that if she hears them when she is at home she quivers and shakes.  Her companion Sophie used to take herself off to the shower cabinet and stayed in there till the banging stopped.  Recently we had a human sort of celebration where lots of fireworks go off.  Poor Milly, she must have been frightened with so many bangs near her.  I don’t live anywhere near people who set off fireworks so I was ok on that occasion but I do have first-hand knowledge of bird scarers, horrible things.  Why don’t the farmers just get the quiet kind of scarers, something like a straw scarecrow?

There are times when I meet Milly she is proud as punch.  Her coat is very white, soft and sort of fluffy.  She tells me she has had a shower.  A shower! No way.  I run and hide when I think that is going to happen, but not Milly.  A shower and having her hair dried is one of her favourite activities, that and getting treats and being heard all over the park.

As I say, a lovely little lady but maybe her mum should find the volume button and turn her down a little bit.  Just a thought but then if this is what makes her happy so be it.