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Doggie Porridge in Auchterarder

Today started out like any other day, LTT muttering at the computer and drinking tea.  Presuming it was going to be a quiet day I sauntered off to my corner and settled down for a nap. The nap however was sort lived, no sooner had I got myself comfortable than LTT was up and gathering her things together.

“Come on Doogie, you get to come with me this time”

I don’t know if you remember but the last time I got taken anywhere I ended up on a train for hours and ended up in London. This travelling thing is not always a good idea I don’t think.  Not that it matters because if I dawdle she just picks me up and puts me in the car anyway.

The journey this time was mercifully short and smooth.  LTT got out of the car and came round to the other side to collect me.  We weren’t in the countryside that’s for sure, we were in the town, the town of Auchterarder to be precise.

“Now Doogie, if you promise to behave I will see if Anne can organise a treat for you”

Treats?  Now that is the very word to make the Perthshire Pooch behave like a gentleman.  I trotted along beside LTT until we got to a doorway.  The doorway had a water bowl and a doggy parking sign.  “I shall leave you parked here for now and as long as you behave I will bring you out some treats” says she as she goes inside.

Corbie & Cheip in Auchterarder may well be my new favourite shop.  Not only did I get petted lots I also got some home made doggie porridge.  Can you believe it, porridge all to myself, made especially for dogs?  I may have been less than gentleman like as I wolfed it down, don’t want any passing mutts getting my treats.

After such a feast I settled down for a small nap in the sunshine while LTT was still inside drinking more tea.

Eventually she came out ready to go home.  I gave her my best Doogie smile and looked just as cute as I could as I spied Anne behind her.  My cuteness must have worked because Anne handed LTT a small bag.  “I’ve put some doggie treats in the bag for Doogie to try, let me know if he likes them”.

I can now confirm that Doogie really likes those treats and will not be dawdling the next time we are headed out.  Who knows what nice things I may get the next time.

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Perthshire Pooch Begins A Journey

It was obvious something big was happening today as LTT was up and out of bed after only two noises.  Most of the time she stops and starts that noise for ages.

As she headed downstairs she was muttering under her breath about tickets, munchies and other such things.  I followed at a much more sedate pace and went looking for my breakfast. No sooner had I got my nose in my bowl and she was off muttering again, this time telling me not to dawdle.

Before I had even finished licking my lips the back door was opened and she was shooing me out whilst telling me to hurry up.  I don’t know about you, but there is nothing more certain to bring about performance anxiety than being told to hurry.

Eventually having had to go round the corner to hide from her impatient tutting, I trotted back towards the house only to be unceremoniously bundled into the car with my paws still trotting in midair.

“Come on Doogie, we don’t have time for you and your sauntering today” she said.  Me saunter?  I’ll have you know my little legs were not sauntering, they were definitely power walking at the very least.

There was then some driving and some flying, well at least I was flying as my paws certainly didn’t touch the ground as we changed cars.  In fact I feel more like a stuffed toy than ever today as I have been passed from pillar to post for most of the morning.  No treats, no walks, no toys, this is not what normally happens to me.

I was not happy and decided to show I was not happy by doing nothing.  I let myself get carried from pillar to post and flopped flat in between.  Now however I realise that I am travelling, on a train, we have been here for hours and I only managed a quick look out the window when we were leaving.  Since then I have been under the table.

LTT must be feeling very guilty about me being here as she has been feeding me treats regularly without me even asking.  Even when I put my paw on her foot I get a treat without being told to stop mooching.  The lack of grass is beginning to be a problem, I think I need to go sit still for a while.

We better get where we are going soon or this pooch is not going to be responsible for his actions