A memorial walk February 02, 2017 16:40
There is only one walk I have returned from feeling worse than when I started. That was when Gizmo stuck his head through a fence to befriend a herd of very large, very curious cows. Thankfully the recall training kicked in and with one sharp whistle he was back at my feet. Yeah right, who am I kidding? He yapped and danced with great joy, getting his head further entangled with each lunge and the cows pawed and mooed against the other side as I re-enacted a scene from the Exorcist, my heading spinning 360 degrees emitting shrieks of horror. I probably turned green and would have chucked a priest downstairs had one appeared at that point. Which would have been odd.
After about three months, (ok it was probably three minutes but it felt like that), Gizmo pulled his head back through the fence looking immensely proud of himself. No firemen involved, fence intact. We went home in silence.
Most of the time the walk is a healer, a solace, an inspiration, and lately a mud bath with added twigs and this week signs of impending spring! Yippee!
I had to force myself not to misquote Mr Wordsworth’s lovely ode to the daffodil, or trip along humming about sap rising. Even Bella peeing on the emerging bulbs didn’t dampen my spirit. “Look at those gorgeous snowdrops!” I gushed to the dogs who were sniffing a bin bag and starting to drag out something brown.
However, I wasn’t prepared for the sight of strange, sad fruit hanging from the trees around the next bend in the path. Dozens of tiny wind chimes, crocheted hearts, tiny teddies, plastic dolls and buttons were strung from the bare branches. Each small token remembered a lost child, taken too soon.
Breathtaking. Further on I read the inscriptions on the benches around the lake. The walk had gone from one of joy to one of sad contemplation. Henry was a “real gentleman”. Iris “loved walking around this lake”. James “is forever missed and always loved”. Clouds gathered overhead and it felt colder.
I pulled Hattie away from eating the soggy bread thrown down for the ducks and was about to start back to the car when I noticed the last bench. Drawn to it I suppose because the dedication plaque was a little larger than the previous ones. Boy am I glad I did?! I chuckled like a loon.
Bravo Matt Baker, Bravo! Then I noticed a pair of abandoned spectacles on the seat. You couldn’t make it up, and honestly I didn’t set it up, it was like he had only just left.
Oh go on then Mr Wordworth if you must.
“For oft when on my couch I lie,
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.”
p.s. New dog jumpers now available for your chilly spring walk
A Cairn Terrier in three words January 12, 2017 18:06 2 Comments
We are on a mission to find the words, which best describe the indomitable Cairn. The first word in your head was stubborn wasn’t it?? No, wait, let’s not go there straight away, and let’s consider his other fine characteristics. Wikipedia describes him as “Gay, fearless, hardy, active, intelligent and assertive.”
We got our first two having met the legend that was Bill. Bill was a little grey barrel who walked slowly, under protest and was deaf. At least we assumed for some years he was deaf as he responded to no instruction whatsoever unless snacks were involved. Owner Julie explained he wasn’t deaf he was stubborn and very Cairn. Ah, there’s the “s” word.
It didn’t put us off though and we bought two puppies. After all we reasoned, these guys were full of character, there wouldn’t be a dull moment. “It will be fun”, we said.
After the first skip load of destroyed rubber plants, whicker baskets, shoes, skirting boards, the lodger’s bike tires, and most things under picture rail height got carted away, we knew we were in trouble. Training was called for, started and abandoned. We owned the most uncooperative terriers known to man. “My God” exclaimed the trainer, “they are the most stubborn dogs I have ever worked with.” The “s” word again!
Last week we threw out this challenge to our Facebook friends (Cairn Terrier Addicts is where you will find us) “Describe your Cairn in three words or less.” Oh boy did we get some good answers with loads of recurring themes. “Funny, feisty, fearless, friendly, hyper, lovable, loyal, hungry, wilful and the word ‘Stubborn’ featured strongly, very strongly. Our favourites include 'Independent comedy creature", plus: “Daft but lovable”, “Four legged trouble” and the star entry, “Spoilt wee shite”. (At least that’s a slightly different “s” word).
Bill has long since gone having had loads of adventures, mainly on his terms, including the never to be forgotten incident of him leaping out of a caravan window and getting caught there by his lead. He was rescued straight away as a swinging growling Cairn cannot be ignored for any length of time, but he wasn’t awfully grateful. They are great leapers.
Our puppies proved amazing little beasties and lasted well into very old age, much to everyone’s surprise considering the amount of inappropriate stinky, festering morsels they consumed out on walks and even a snakebite. (Not the drink of choice for kids in the eighties you understand).
So back to the “S” word. Of course they are. We love it.
Ruth and Phil
p.s. we liked this exercise so much that we created a whole clothing and accessories range called My Cairn Terrier out of the most popular words our FB friends gave us (Spoilt Wee Shite excluded).
p.p.s This range has free shipping anywhere in the world!
p.p.p.s We are thinking about a Spoilt Wee Shite range!
Welcome to Cairn Terrier Collectibles April 06, 2015 10:41
We are delighted to be able to welcome you to our sparkling new Cairn Terrier Collectibles site. After over twenty five years of being owned by these feisty, amazing and brilliant dogs we thought it was about time we shared our Cairn passion and put together some really great products which we hope you will love as much as we do.
Please visit us often to see the product range as it expands.
Bella and Hattie are our current managing directors who oversee everything, particularly snacks and snoozes. We adopted them when they were eight, and have vowed to give them the best life. That's why a percentage of our profits will always go to the rescue charity.
There is an open kennel door policy here, don't hesitate to contact us with questions about our site and goodies, the cairn control centre will endeavour to reply as soon as possible.
We promise not to put the bitey on anyone, and pride ourselves on running a small, family orientated business with the emphasis on honesty and good relationships. Especially if you have gravy bones, or Cairns, or gin.
Take a look at our products for Cairn lovers here