Another weekend, another family day out - with the Hell Hound. WE decided this week to see if Bud was a natural in the water, so we let Mother know we off on another jolly adventure, asked Cook to pack us a picnic with thick cut cut honey roast hams sandwiches and lashing and lashings of ginger beer... Sorry, I came over all 'Enid Bylton' there, but since there's now five os us plus a dog, I'm worried we're starting to morph into The Famous Five. Do let us know if we start to sound like dear old Eind, won't you? There's a good chap.
Where were we? oh yes, picnic. I packed ham sandwiches, cheese sandwiches, ham AND cheese sandwiches (variety is the spice of life y'know)and a Weightwatchers friendly (if somewhat tasteless) lunch for me. I hit my 'official' goal weight at WW, although my unofficial goal weight is still a few pounds away, but I was going to be damned if I was going to let a few crappy cheese/ham/butter laden sangers get in the way of my weight loss. Not when there's things like wine and chocolate to knock me off kilter. big bottle of fizzy orange (Orangina to be precise, diet of course) some Pepperamis for the kids, some Monster Munch crisps and we were good to go.
after much debate about where to go (Ayr? The kids have a pathological fear of the playground. Saltcoats? The weans love it there, but the parking's not so great. Largs? Too rocky. Troon? Too many condoms on the beach and we ain't picking them out of the dogs teeth - you get the general idea) we plumped for the exceedingly pretty village of Luss on the banks of Loch Lomond
Being 'The Johnstons', the first thing we did when we arrived was to demolish our picnic. We found a picnic bench and Lucy secured the Bud-meister to it by tying his lead on to it. It was a great spot with loads of dogs running about, but we didn't feel confident enough to let Bud off the lead, so he had to content himself by looking at the other dogs and staring at the ducks who were mooching about for the odd crust to be chucked in their direction.
.Once we had chowed down, it was time to do what i had been looking forward to for the five weeks since we got bud - taking him swimming. As Renfrewshire Council have a No Bearded Collie In The Pool policy, Wee Buddy would have to make do with the Great Outdoors.
We made our way down to the lochside and expected Buddy to bound into the water. It didn't quite happen that way. It was more a case of a wellie-clad Lucy dragging him into the water and Buddy not particularly enjoying it. He came out of the water with his mighty fluff on his head and body intact, but his little tree trunk legs were more like scrawny matchsticks as they were so wet. I think you need a photo
So it turns out our puppy's not such a big fan of the water. No matter, we still spent a good few hours in the village, specifically the play park playing with the kids, watching the pup bounding about around chasing sticks and leaves. It was a glorious afternoon and one which I'll remember for a very long time. Here are some pics...
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