Welcome to "Man with two dogs" - the family website for dog owners and dog walkers.

GETTING UP in the morning is all too easy if you take the lift to the Top of the Tower Café situated on the top floor of the Tower Building, the central administration block of Dundee University's main campus on the Perth Road.

WATCHED him strolling confidently along the avenue between the high beeches. The mid morning sun, shining through the bare branches, lit up his rich chestnut and golden brown bodywork and the bottle-green head feathers. He was gorgeous, and he knew it. He stopped for a moment to ruffle his feathers, no doubt the pheasant equivalent of checking his tie was still knotted perfectly, and that just the right amount of handkerchief was showing from his breast pocket.

SOME THINGS fair take your breath away. I was hearing about a London dog owner who has a Labrador, like Inka, and before the dog is allowed indoors after a walk the owner brings out a bowl of water and a towel and ceremoniously washes and dries the dog's feet.

BAD NEWS? We were heading – the dogs and I, that is – for the lochan which lies, through the wood, not quite a mile from the house. A line of larches fringe its bank, the water lapping at their roots.

BROWN, SPECKLEDY eggs are tastier than the wersh-looking white ones – or so they say. And fresh laid eggs are tastier than older ones. That's what grannies tell their grandchildren, and grandchildren believe everything their grannies say. Maybe grannies know a thing or two – I certainly know one who thinks she does!