Hi all.

This afternoon I decided that i would go out and take the dogs out.  Only one of them is mine though (well, actually my step-mothers).

The other dog belongs to my father's boss.  He is a chef, and his employers are rather rich, hence the celebrities he's cooked for.

Well, they have this massive house not far from here, so I took the dogs a walk up their quite alarmingly long drive.  

My, the scenery is quite amazing up here in the highlands.  

Walking past the massive house -or lodge as they call it- i was trudging through the leaves.  

There is nothing better in the late autumn/early winter than to kick leaves through the air, and to pick them up & throw.  It just relieves everything bad inside you for a few brief moments, and you can giggle away to yourself knopwing that there is no-one about to laugh at you and call you all sorts of things that i shouldn't repeat here. 

So I walked up the ever-winding road, and I turned to my right were the loch is.  

The loch was unbelievebly beautiful today.  It was so calm. Most memorably though was the sun was shining directly on it.  It was twinkling like the stars on a clear night.  

I stood, watching the loch, patiently waiting for some kind of blemish on the water, but to no avail.  Not even a ripple.  

I was wondering how cold the water would have been, eventualy deciding that it would have been very cold indeed.  Still, the fish don't really mind.  They are used to it, and couldn't live with anything else. 

So I went further up the drive, content about that fact.  Far better than being all protecive of the wee fishes & writing to my M.P. demanding the freshwaters to have heaters installed. :)

The dog that isn't mine was going daft, as he usually does.  He is so sweet and gentle, one of the most lovable dogs you are likely to come across.  Pretty insane as well, which just adds that little bit of character to him.

He's a ginger springer spanial, hence the name Ginger that he's been given.  The most lovable aspect of him has to be his eyes though.

These big chestnut coloured eyes stare up at you, full of love and innocence.  Even when he gets up to mischief, you can't stay cross at him.  He just uses those big eyes of his to wear you down.  It only takes a mater of moments until you're stroking him again. if only i could find someone like that. *sigh* 

Right-Ho,
I'd better go.

Byeee xxx

Amy, get well soon & try to keep smiling!

cheerie bye ;) xxx




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