Showing posts with label DB. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DB. Show all posts

Tuesday, 9 January 2024

The much anticipated debrief on DB

So Gail, let me remind you of our deal. I permitted you to give me a thorough bath and shampoo upon my return home and now, while I cuddle up all clean and fluffy on your lap, you are to tell me about how badly your friend Marse's dog DB behaved during your stay in Tacoma. Right?

Oh Nobby, but surely you first want to hear about what a splendid time I had with Marse, her kind and generous extended family, her lovely, entertaining friends and all three of the dogs, not just DB. And the comfy 'beach house' by Minter Bay, the delicious food (including some 'interesting' experiments with a new air-fryer), the beautiful - if admittedly rather damp - walks through the moss and fern-rich forests, the glimpses of majestic Mount Rainier, and the short but invigorating kayaking sessions?

Er, frankly Gail, no. I just want to hear about how DB is naughtier than me.  

Nobby, this is very mean spirited of you. Especially as DB cannot answer back (unless he trains his human to help him comment on this blog by logging into her Google account). I absolutely insist on first telling you about the two twelve year old pups also present, Josh and Charlie. 

Well OK then (sigh...)

Josh is a fine hiker despite his age and altogether a Good Boy who will only occasionally wander off and not return when summoned. Look, he even carries his own water and food in a little backpack (as does the much younger DB). 

And then there's dear Charlie, Marse's niece Zealon's beloved golden retriever. He is a big soft sweetheart who is suffering from tumour in the mouth and other health problems but still enjoys being petted and cuddled and never ever complains.

Enough already! Time to hear about DB. I gather he is a noisy passenger in the car? 

This, Nobby, is undeniable. DB is quieter after he has been for a good long walk, but at other times a muzzle is required to reduce the decibel level to a tolerable whimper.

Oh dear. I expect you are now grateful that I am always completely silent and calm when travelling. 

You have a point Nobby. 

And how are DB's manners when out on the trail? 

Well Nobby, like you, he's a good, strong and willing hiker. His encounters with runners and cyclists can be rather fraught - one might say his conduct is erratic, a word I often use to describe your  performance at your agility training sessions...

Gail, we are supposed to be focussing here on DB's bad behaviour here, and not my rare moments of mischief.

Let me see, what else then? He has the ability to rip to shreds any stuffed toy within ten seconds flat, but to my knowledge has never, unlike a certain wire-haired fox terrier, chewed up a pair of spectacles, a bank card, a parking permit or a pink highlighter pen.

Going off message again Gail! 

DB is, I think, rather large to be a lap dog but he doesn't know that. He is perhaps a little too affectionate with the kisses on the mouth, but that's hardly a crime, is it Nobby?

I guess not. Actually he sounds quite a decent chap. As does Josh. Oh how I would love to meet them both one day. I think we could even teach each other a trick or two. 

Now how much is that plane fare to Seattle again? 

Friday, 9 June 2023

Letter to DB (Kelpie), Tacoma, Washington


Dear DB, 

I hope you don't mind me writing to you out of the blue like this but, having had your lovely owner Marse staying with us here in Scotland for the past two weeks, and having heard much about your, er, 'activities', I feel I now know you rather well despite us not having met. 

First of all, I feel must apologise for a terrible error I made a few weeks ago on this blog, when I posted a photo which I thought was of you but turns out not to be. The fault is entirely Gail's. To rectify this error, I have posted a genuine, Marse-certified image of your handsome self at the top of this post. 

Well DB, I must say you lucked out when you were adopted by Marse. This lady gives mighty fine back massages and belly rubs and plays a mean tug-of-war, as I am sure you are well aware. I have a suspicion that, had Gail not been in the habit of intervening with spoilsport statements like "please don't wind him up any further" our playtime could have been even more exciting...

I have noticed that Marse, like Gail, is an enthusiastic hill walker, and this of course is much to be commended. On this topic DB, and with all due respect to a dog who is my senior by about a year, may I be so bold as to offer a word of advice?

When Gail was driving us to the start of our hikes in Torridon, I overheard Marse comment favourably, perhaps even a tad incredulously, about how quiet and well-behaved I was in the back of the car. I think the implication here is that car rides in your presence are not quite so peaceful. So my suggestion is that you could consider toning down the backseat barking a few decibels, as then you would be a more welcome passenger and might get to go on even more adventures in your beautiful home state of Washington. 

It certainly works for me in Scotland.

Well that's about all for now. I do believe that Marse and her friend Nikki are flying back across the Pond today. How sorry I shall be to see them go, although I am sure you, DB, will be pleased to have your owner home safe and sound. Oh and if she tries to tell you any bad things about me and my ball-stealing exploits in the park, I feel I can trust you to adhere to the canine honour code and pretend you did not hear...

Toodle-oo!
Nobby.

Sunday, 14 May 2023

Showing up my owner?

You won't believe what Gail said when she came home from her trip to Berlin with her American friend Marse.

"Oh Nobby, I am so relieved. Marse has been telling me all about her two year old rescue Kelpie DB*, who now lives with her in Tacoma. Apparently he can be quite badly behaved. So now I'm not so worried you'll show me up when Marse comes to stay here with us at the end of the month."

It's hard to imagine, isn't it, that I might in any way show Gail up?

Apparently DB (pictured below) barks and howls a lot in the car and at visitors, shreds a bagful of toys a week, pulls heavily on the lead, pees on the basement floor, demands attention all the time and commits any amount of mischief. 

So totally unlike me, then.

Gail claims she had a good time in Berlin, despite not seeing any wire-haired fox terriers (I guess that's why she took so few photos).  She did see plenty of other dogs, often unleashed and calmly trotting along beside their humans, and she marvelled at the pups' obedience and excellent road sense. I guess it would be wrong here to bring up tired stereotypes about Germans, and by extension their pets, tending to be orderly types.

Meanwhile I, Nobby, had a wonderful stay on the farm, running around with my Craigmancie foxy relatives. I even was able to spend extra time with them as Gail couldn't pick me up early on Saturday as planned 'cos her car wouldn't start, but that's another story.

I guess I was pleased to see Gail when she finally got the car sorted, even if she uttered the dreaded word 'bath' the minute she set eyes on me...
That's me, Nobby, in the middle, with litter mate Biddy standing behind

*DB stand for Da Boss.