The Ardross-man



It’s a dog’s life

As you may have noticed from a photo in a previous post – The Locker Arch – among the gems of historical documents I found behind the old hall lockers, was a booklet titled The Adviser which dated back to the Victorian era.

Basically, the booklet contained many wonderful stories designed to advise you how to live your life and many have a moral to them – and this story, “It Worked Both Ways” is no different. It also made me laugh;

“An old lady rented a furnished villa for the summer and with the villa a large dog also went. In the sitting room of the villa there was a very comfortable armchair. The old lady liked this chair better than any other in the house. She always made for it first thing. But alas! she nearly always found the chair occupied by the large dog.

Being afraid of the dog, she never dared bid it harshly to get out of the chair, as she feared it might bite her; but instead she would go to the window and call “Cats!” Then the dog would rush to the window and bark, and the old lady would slip into the vacant chair quietly.

One day the dog entered the room and found the old lady in possession of the chair. He strolled over to the window, and, looking out, appeared very much excited, and set up a tremendous barking. The old lady rose and hastened to the window to see what was the matter, and the dog quietly climbed into the chair.”  🙂


Happy birthday Ben

It doesn’t seem that long ago that travelled up to Brechin to pick up a little ball of fun whom I decided to name Ben.

Ben was one of a litter of eight – one of his siblings unfortunately died of a broken neck when his mum sat on him during birth 😦

The breeder was even more disappointed as she had put her Newfoundland bitch out to a stud – but her mum’s German Shepherd had obviously sneaked in there first. LOL

The night before I went to pick him up, I had a dream that I had called him Ben so that’s what I told the breeder I was calling him. “Most people call their Newfoundlands names like Goliath, Hercules, Samson or something to signify their size. Why Ben?” she asked.

I told her about my dream and admitted that the only Ben I knew was The Thing from the Fantastic Four. LOL

Her husband then came in and asked what I was naming him, replying “Ah, Ben, after the big black bear in Grizzly Adams – good choice.”

I had to admit I’d forgotten that TV show.

A few months ago, I was walking the now slightly larger Ben along the beach in Ardrossan when I was approached by another dog owner inquiring about his name. “Oh how appropriate, Ben as in the Gaelic for mountain.”

I’d never thought of Ben Nevis, Ben Lomond, Ben Wyvis, etc. until she mentioned it.

Maybe Ben is an appropriate name after all. 🙂

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Happy Birthday Ben

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