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.

A Jewel of a Dog by Mina Moffat. MacRosty Park, Crieff doggie tails


A Tail by ViVi Dog

Of all my canine park friends there is one whom I admire greatly.  She is a beautiful black Labrador, shiny coat, bright soft eyes and a nice wet nose.  However, that is not why I admire her, although that could be a good enough reason as I am a bit shaggy, drop white hairs everywhere and drool something terrible.

This jewel is Gem, very aptly named although from what her human says Gem is not named for a jewel, it is short for Gemini.  On checking Gemini Zodiac characteristics the only one I could find which suits her is ‘you are happy and energetic’ and she certainly is both of these.  No matter what the reason for her name it suits her perfectly.

She is the most even tempered dog I have ever met.  She is sweet and friendly to everyone, dogs and humans.  The only time I have noticed she seeks attention is if I go to her human for a cuddle and she is left standing feeling somewhat shut out.  That mostly happens when my dad is with us, not sure if I am showing off that her human is a particular friend of mine or not, but she does look miffed.  When dad sees this he makes a big fuss of her and all is well.

Being a true Labrador she loves the water and when I first knew her, her human would let her off the lead so she could go into the river or the mill lade which runs through the park. However this has had to stop, not sure why. Maybe because she was enjoying if too much.  Now when she comes to the park she has a long play chasing a ball and generally running about enjoying herself.  Then she is back on the lead for a sedate walk round the park where the river and lade are, this way she knows she cannot indulge in water play.

I really don’t understand all this enthusiasm for water. Quite a number of the park dogs love either the river or the lade.  To me water is for drinking or at a push in the summer when it is hot to paddle in to cool my paws.  In the winter what a thought, immersing my body in all that cold water.

There is another thing I particularly like about Gem and that is, like me, she does not look for treats.  I don’t think I know any other park dog which has this disdain for these little indulgences.  Surely if you get a good meal of suitable dog food, dry biscuits and chicken for me, not sure what Gem’s favourite is, you will not need to be constantly grazing on treats.

You see, Gem is a working dog.  One of those very clever canines who is chosen for special training and work.  She is a Canine Partner to her human.  She chose him!  At the training centre all the trained dogs and humans who are to be paired with a partner would meet in a room.

She tells me she immediately spotted the human she wanted to be a partner to, went to him to show that she wanted to choose him and now nothing will part her from him.  I hope he feels the same about her but I truly think he does, you can see this in the way they look at each other.

Doggie tails in MacRosty Park, Crieff by Mina Moffat


A Tail by the ASBO Kids

We think it is about time that we had our say.  We are two perfect little dogs.  Perfectly turned out on all occasions. But we do have a problem.

One of our friends whom we meet almost every day on our walks in the park is a lovely big boy.  In fact he is gorgeous to look at, that is if you like taller dogs. Although as Lhasa Apsos we have to say we do not really appreciate height as being an attractive feature. He does have a very attractive coat, white with black streaky spots, and black ears. Sometimes we think he plays on his appearance. But he has a problem!  He drools!  Yuk………  And this then becomes our problem.

How do we tell him that this is totally unattractive?  No way is a slevery mouth in any way attractive. Why does he do this?  Not being a boy, just a cute little lady, I do not understand this so I asked Aslam, by brother, if he understood it but he too is ignorant in the matter.  So we asked Ziggy our Spaniel friend who seems to know everything. He told us it was a male dog do thing.  OK, we have checked out the drooly dog but as he does not have his man bits so how can that be.  Where do we go from here is the question?

The obvious answer is for us to avoid being in close contact with him but that is difficult as we meet him often. For example we met him today and there were drools about three inches long hanging from his chops – mouth for those uninitiated in dog slang – this was too gross.  Mum was near to having a fit at the idea that he would release this drools on our immaculate coats or indeed on her neat black skirt, so his mum went to wipe his chops with a bundle of leaves from the ground.  Gross again……. too much for us to witness.

We watched him as his mum was approaching with the handful of leaves, as did our mum.  Oh lordy, before she got to his chops he shook his head.  The drools went everywhere – thankfully not on our coats and even more thankfully not near our mum’s lovely black skirt. Where would we have looked had that happened?  And where would the slevery dog have looked – not as if he cared, he was just glad to have got rid of these long drools.  A few minutes later he was drooling again like a crazy creature and he did not seem to even notice, though mind you these were only little bubbly slevers at this stage.

We did notice however that when he got back to his car and jumped into his space he got his chops wiped with a special towel.  He appeared not to like this but we secretly smiled to ourselves.

Maybe, and this is just a suggestion, that a towel should go with him on his walks and he then gets his chops wiped as he goes.  Just two little dogs’ thoughts.