People can sometimes be wrong

We need to talk about weather. And about how even one's favourite human can be wrong about stuff sometimes.

So the car was piled high with rainproof clothing, towels, boots, umbrella etc. in preparation for our trip down to see YAM-aunty in Dunoon last week. It was wet enough in Aberdeen, and as every resident in Scotland knows, it's always wetter out west. 

Hmmm. Or so they say. 

But the Gore-Tex over-trousers were not deployed and the brolly remained unfurled as YAM-aunty, Gail and I enjoyed a stroll along the southern end of the Dunoon promenade on Friday morning. The rain showers danced around us on the water but did not make landfall, and I diverted onto the shingle beach to enjoy an encounter with a lively young schnauzer. 

By the time we reached the Boat House café the sun was warm enough for the humans to want to sit outside while indulging themselves with hot drinks and cakes. This threatened to be rather tedious as Gail never ever gives me treats from the table and, disappointingly, had instructed Yam to follow suit.

(photo by YAM-aunty)

The two friends nattered on and on but, just as I was about to die of boredom, relief appeared in the form of a terrier Gang of Four. There ensued much sniffing of rear ends while the humans discussed which type of terrier is most stubborn. (The Scotties won).

Later in the day, I settled down on Yam's beautifully crocheted blanket while the two humans were glued to the TV, watching a rugby game* and it soon became clear they were supporting different teams.

All through my visit to Dunoon I took great pains to alert the humans to threatening sounds in and around the 'Hutch'. And if some might interpret this as being "too noisy", and particularly bad form when staying in a tenement building, I would like to point out that our hostess was not actually all that quiet while the rugby was on...

Oh and by the way, it didn't rain until we were east of Crianlarich on the way home on Saturday.

*England versus Argentina