Daddy and Mummy were away on holiday so I went and stayed with a Rotarian friend of Daddy’s, Mrs M, who absolutely loves Bulldogs – and who can blame her! She lives in a lovely house in Cults with its own large garden and she took me walking two or three times a day. Normally I don’t like going for walks, but after I got over the initial shock of all this exercise, we would regularly walk into the shops at Cults, where I cheered up lots of people by going up and speaking to them and they to me. Mrs M was lovely to me and she didn’t even mind my snoring! Mrs M used to look after another Bulldog, a lady, who I have met when we are both out walking along the beach promenade. She’s not nearly as good looking as I am, but of course, females never are as good looking as the male!
I was out at Inchmarlo helping to celebrate the birthdays of Mrs H, who has recently celebrated her 106th birthday, Mrs F, who turns 100 next month and Mrs W who turned 99 in January. Mrs F lived on the Inchmarlo Estate with her husband for 12 years and after his death in 2010 moved into the Care Home at the grand old age of 95. Mrs F used to be a Dog Trainer, so I always made a point of going up and speaking to her and she loved patting me.
Daddy arranged with Head Chef, Colin, to make a big white cake with the combined ages of 304 on top.
The Deputy Lieutenant of Aberdeenshire, Mr Colin Champion, who lives within Inchmarlo, was present to celebrate Mrs H’s birthday and to hand her a card from HM the Queen, and to congratulate the other two ladies. It was a lovely day. By the way, that’s me in the front.
The only slight flaw in the day, no-one said anything to me because this month, it’s my birthday too…… and I’m 5! Never mind, my job is to try to cheer up the Residents in Inchmarlo House and the Home Owners on the Estate, and bring back memories of when they too might have loved their own pets.
April is a very exciting month. I’ve had lots of walks with Mummy and Daddy and with Mummy on her own, down at the beach. It’s remarkable the number of people who come up and speak to me, particularly little kids who look at me with a slight apprehension in their faces, but when I speak to them they lose all sense of fear, pat me and I reciprocate in my own way.
Another one of my favourite places to walk is the Duthie Park in Aberdeen. During one of these walks I met Hampton, another beautiful Bulldog, aren’t we both handsome!
One of Daddy’s managers has a French bulldog called Odin, and when we went up to Hazlehead, there had been a group of dogs meeting together and Odin was one of them. We had a wonderful sniff of each other and he is, to a certain extent, a miniature of me but not nearly so good looking. For example, one of his ears is four times the size of mine and flops down, and the other one sticks up in the air, which gives him a slightly lop sided appearance. But he was very, very sweet.