Oh what a busy day! When Daddy was out earlier in the week he met one of the Home Owners from Queen Victoria Park who asked how I was and said that they hadn’t seen me for some time. As soon as Daddy told me this, I immediately decided that I should go and visit them. So the next time we went there Daddy phoned the Home Owner’s to say we were in Banchory and would it be convenient for me to call and they said yes, they would be delighted to see me. So we went in and they greeted me as everybody does – in a very friendly fashion. After I had run round them a few times and they’d patted me and said how big I was getting and how handsome I was – you can understand that of course – Daddy told them I liked peanut butter. So Mrs M immediately went into the kitchen and put peanut butter over some biscuits. As soon as she opened the jar I could smell it and I got very excited. I sat down and when Mrs M asked for a paw I gave it to her – I’d have given her a hundred paws if necessary – and she gave me the biscuits. To be more accurate she gave me the biscuits with the peanut butter on them and I licked all the peanut butter off and didn’t bother with the biscuits. It was a super enjoyable visit.
Later on we went up to Inchmarlo House and we came across the son of a late resident who was planting a tree in her memory, so naturally I had to supervise. I’m still too young to lift my legs against trees, but when I am able to do it I am going to have a wonderful time at Inchmarlo with the thousands of trees on the site, especially since some of them are over 40 metres high. Anyway, here we are with Mr C and the new tree which is a Betula Jacquemontii.
When that was finished Daddy and I went into the House and I spoke to a number of my old friends who were sitting in Reception. One of the Carers took me through to the Red Drawing Room where they had just finished a Sale and then I was taken up to see one of the Residents in her own room.
What had happened was Mrs M had lived in the House for some years but was no longer able to come downstairs so of course she has not had the privilege of speaking to me. Daddy spoke to her daughter who confirmed that her mother liked dogs – it’s difficult to believe people wouldn’t like dogs, especially me – and when the daughter said yes, Daddy said I will arrange for Humphrey to go up and greet her.
So Rachel phoned up and Mrs M said she would like to see me so Tommy took me up to her room. Unfortunately I couldn’t jump up onto her bed – it’s too high for me and anyway I am such a solid mass of muscle that I am not the most agile of dogs.
After I had finished that visit then we drove back to Aberdeen. It was a very interesting and very enjoyable morning – and I did like my peanut butter.
Well I’ve got a new carpet! The back staircase to my own room and bathroom which I have been using since I was knee high to two cans of dog food was covered in lino. I always found it difficult when I was very small but now that I am almost fully grown another difficulty has incurred. When I go down the staircase I have to go at an angle otherwise it is too steep and I feel I am going to trip but it is when I come up that I have the greatest difficulty. For some reason I stop half way up and then decide to make a “lunge” for the top of the stairs. Unfortunately my claws slip on the lino and I get into an absolute panic before I get to the top. Daddy says I’m simply frightened but I believe that I’m too sensitive and the noise of my claws skidding on the lino puts me off.
Daddy and Mummy were very very kind and they arranged for carpet to be laid on the treads so that I now find it much easier to go up without slipping. Here’s a photograph of me on the staircase and you will see exactly why I’m much happier. In case you can’t tell I am smiling.
On Sunday Daddy and Mummy went out to Inchmarlo and after they had lunch and spoke to a number of Home Owners we went a walk all the way round Westfield, I am told the weather could be described as cold and bracing and they were well wrapped up with coats and caps and here is me in the altogether striding manfully about the site with no welly boots or anything. But of course, it’s a dog’s life!
Daddy and I went up to the new development at East Park and we walked on to the site with Jack Crawford, Daddy and myself. Unfortunately it had been very wet and with these massive articulated vehicles on site scooping up the earth, the ground was absolutely soaking and while Daddy was walking about holding his trousers up so as not to get the mud on his trousers, I did not have wellington boots and was walking in two inches of mud – it’s a dog’s life!
Not a good start to the morning, Daddy came down and into the kitchen, said hello to me and noticed that I hadn’t moved at all and then he noticed a pile of sick just outside my basket. He was very nice and consoled me and said how ill I must have been and hoped I was feeling better. When he walked across the kitchen he found that it wasn’t just sickness I had suffered from during the night because there was a pile of poo at the back door. He was not pleased but because I was clearly at deaths door – from the way I looked anyway – he really didn’t tell me off too much but had it all cleaned up and into the poo bags before Mummy came down.
When I came back to Aberdeen I of course was terribly keen to get back out to Inchmarlo to see all my friends since I hadn’t been out for two or so weeks. So Daddy took me out and I went in and had two lovely hours with my friends in the Red Drawing Room. Then we went a walk all around Inchmarlo. It was a very sunny day and it looked beautiful in the winter sunshine.
Daddy had a meeting with Jack Crawford to look at additional car parking and signs at Queen Victoria Park so we went down the Little Walk and all the way round Queen Victoria Park with me leading the way and sniffing out where additional car parking might be provided.