It's been ages

Can you believe four months have passed since I last met up with my fox terrier pals?

Gosh it was great to see the gang at Cruden Bay on Sunday morning.

How I'd been missing my girlfriend Agatha. Of course, as always with a favourite companion, it didn't take long for us to settle into a familiar - in our case boisterous - groove...

Dogs, left to right: Jinx, Agatha, Nobby, Rupert, Merin

This is the closest we came to a 'team photo'.

To be honest, team photos really aren't our style. 

This is more like it! 

There was one unnerving moment when we came came across a huge carcass beached near the high tide line. Myself, Merin and Agatha all approached it tentatively but then backed away. Gail later learned that this deceased Minke whale had first been spotted the previous day and its presence has been reported to the Scottish Marine Animal Stranding Scheme.

One rather gruesome sight aside, we had a simply splendid time.

By the way readers, the photo below is a good illustration what constitutes a crowded beach on an August Sunday afternoon in NE Scotland!

Cruden Bay melee

Wire-haired Fox Terrier Roll Call, Cruden Bay, 26th March 2023:

Nobby - just wants to be your friend

Rupert - known trouble maker, big brother to Nobby

Merin - pretty bandana belies feisty nature

Stan - elder statesman, gentlemanly behaviour

Agatha -  petite, likes to mix it up with the boys

Jinx - a lively and fun wee lass

Edmund - relative newcomer, still finding his paws

A couple of days before the monthly Aberdeen'n'shire Foxie Walk, Gail and I met a couple on horseback, riding along the River Dee. They spotted me and stopped to ask if we were members of the local wire-haired fox terrier group. Gail said yes. It turned out they knew about it from a relative and loved looking at the FaceBook page, and said what a fun group to be part of. 

It is a fun group! Sometimes one takes these things for granted and it's good to be reminded how lucky we are. On Sunday the roll call at Cruden Bay beach numbered seven fox terriers and we all had a blast. (Literally, given the strong wind blowing straight from the Arctic.) Gail says you should be grateful she managed to take the pictures and video below, as she'd left her gloves at home and her not so tiny hands were frozen.