The terrorising terrier
So much for my summer break with raven here at Cocburn Hill outside edinburgh. Arrived from the long train journey to be ‘greeted’ by a ghastly wire-haired terrier called Chester. He barked and licked and bared his teeth and has been a nightmare all weekend.He even jumped on my back last night and we had one hell of a stand-off. So I’m spending a lot of my time skulking in dad’s bedroom, though I’m geting lots of visitors and even some lamb bits last night. Though this morning was better as the terrorising terrier stayed in the lounge while I had breakfast with raven and toddled outside for a lovely run in the garden, so things are looking up. I still love Scotland, I just can’t stand chester and probably all border terriers.Â
Richard, dear,
My parents old border terriers, Trigger, Toby and Tessa would have changed your mind about this breed. Well, Toby was a bit of a lunatic. There are two borders living next to each other in Edward Road, Arlie and Baxter, one small, one especially long-legged. They, like most borders I’ve met, are great little friends.
Border terriers were bred in the part of the world which my family comes from, and where you visited, to be long-legged enogh to run with horses, but small enough to get down fox-holes.
Love,
Rob
Comment by Rob — March 26, 2009 @ 5:11 pm