Being out in the countryside with my dogs gives me time to think. I’ve learnt the pleasure of solitude without being lonely, and that’s a good feeling for me.

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

This is my countryside diary which appears each Saturday in the Dundee Courier newspaper.

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Archive for March, 2010

Smoke gets in your eyes

Saturday, March 27th, 2010

TWO KIPPERS set me off down memory lane   Caroline, our fish lady, calls each week with lovely fresh fish from Gourdon   The dogs smother her with cupboard love because they have discovered she always has a pocketful of biscuits   At Tuesday breakfast the Doyenne and I discuss what fish we'll buy   This week, because we'd been neglecting them, we settled on kippers for supper. (more…)

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Butterfly mind

Saturday, March 20th, 2010

IT'S NOT always the big things that catch my imagination   Throughout the winter I've kept an eye on a small, shell-like casing which had attached itself to the garage wall   It's about two centimetres long and coloured light green   It chose a rather exposed and precarious spot amongst rake and broom handles where it could so easily have been dislodged   But it has remained anchored to that wall all through winter, defying the frosts and the winds and the garden tools being moved about. (more…)

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Spring dance

Saturday, March 13th, 2010

I'M THANKFUL that spring is showing serious signs that it has made up its mind to stay!   I've enjoyed the winter; enjoyed the snow and watching the grandchildren sledging; savoured the crisp, bright mornings when the dogs catapulted themselves into the garden for the morning walk and danced around on the frosted grass. (more…)

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Odd numbers

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

THE KEY turned in the lock as I let the dogs into the house after the afternoon walk and I heard the harsh, nasal  €œaungh aungh € calls of greylag geese   They were so close and so unexpected that I thought they must have landed on the front lawn which we had just passed   They were, indeed, seven greylags flying barely above chimney level, and as they skimmed the house they had to beat hard to clear the tall beech trees at the back.

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