More mooses loose

Stravannan Bay, Bute, BBC weather forecast: Heavy Rain

Just back from a much needed nice weekend by the seaside on Bute. Since our last visit, our resident rodents have been exercising their gnashers on all manner of non-food substances round the house. The spouse found his spare jeans had literally had the arse chewed out of them, which made me wonder yet again what kind of mice we are dealing with here. More mischievous than hungry, by the looks of it. I mean, they could have chewed any other part of the denim troosers and it might have actually looked quite stylish, but both I and the elderly residents of Kilchattan Bay are not yet ready for Peep-hole Arse® Levis. The further discovery of a holey pair of expensive and now non-waterproof trousers made the spouse panic and rush to check the integrity of the surviving buttons on the dvd remote. Fortunately all was well as it had been locked safely away after the previous attack at Christmas, but I made a mental note not to take any chances with the hearing aid overnight, since mice that can eat plastic, metal and rubber for their kicks couldn’t fail to be tempted by a nice beige National Health Service BTE.

Awww, look at his wee face…

We went out for a walk in the afternoon, and as we passed a house on a single track road in the middle of nowhere, the cute little bundle of fluff in the photo ran out of the garden, jumped up my thighs hundreds of times and totally plastered my only pair of trousers with mud. I could have fired the bloody things in a kiln and entered them for the Turner Prize by the time his canine work was done.

I don’t even like dogs, but this one was so damn cute he totally got away with it. I wanted to tie a big blue satin ribbon in a bow round his neck, kiss him and put him in a basket. Until, that is, he decided to push his luck by following us for miles along the road, pausing only to run under the wheels of passing cars and forcing them to stop. To my horror, the drivers all made rude gestures at us thinking we were the owners and I feared that we might be about to appear in the ‘Police On Patrol‘ column of next week’s Buteman. Something along the lines of CITY SLICKERS BRING BRUCHAG ROAD TO HALT WITH STRANGE TROUSERS AND IRISH TERRIER. Just as me and the spouse were contemplating divorce because I said we were going to have to walk the mile back to the canine fluffball’s house to lure him back to safety, a four wheel drive screeched to a halt and the driver’s door was flung open.

“Er, do you know whose dog this is?” I enquired, hoping to stave off a showdown as our furry friend looked up cutely from his customary position under the wheels.

“Yeah, mine.” said the driver. Phew.

The fluffball was now playing hard to get in the undergrowth, and the last we saw of him was as he was unceremoniously hoisted by the scruff of the neck into his taxi back home.

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