I don’t know if it’s a result all the attention he got during his recent bout of acid reflux, or some strange side effect of the extra tasty wet/dry food combo that our pups are getting now, but Mr. Biggles has become quite the exhibitionist. Of course he’s never been shy about displaying his wares in the privacy of our home; if Susan or I sit down next to him with a snack, it’s pretty much a given that he’ll roll onto his back and spread his legs. If we don’t immediately interrupt our meal to acknowledge the visual feast that is his Biggleship’s nethers then he’ll more than likely give us a quick kick with his rear legs as if to say “Hey, check it out! It’s all furry, and it can be yours if I can have a mouthful of whatever’s on your plate.”
Recently however he’s started flaunting his bits outside and in view of complete strangers, and I fear it’s only a matter of time before he gets one of us arrested. Just the other day he literally brought traffic to a halt with his display. He was on a short local walk with Susan and Beanie when he came upon a bit of farm silage ground into the road. Nature took its course and he fell into a roll. I say “fell” advisedly because he doesn’t lower his shoulder and rotate smoothly into the roll like other doggies; he just stops abruptly and drops straight onto his back with a thud as though he’s been KO’d by an invisible falling brick.
Anyway, there he was in the middle of the road “getting his roll on”, when suddenly a car approached. Susan did her best to tug him back onto his feet, but Biggles wasn’t having it. Instead his innocent roll turned into an X-rated erotic display. Still on his back, he rotated his lower body towards the car and, legs akimbo, began showing his bits for all he was worth. Susan likened it to that scene in the Austin Powers movie when Fat Bastard is in bed with Heather Graham. “Ahhmm dead sexy! Look at ma sexy body!” Apparently if Biggles had thumbs, he’d have been twiddling his nipples at the driver. All six of ’em. Only when he was sure the driver had got a proper eyeful was Biggles prepared to get up and trot back to the pavement.
Anyway, in an effort to lift this post out of the gutter, here are some shots of last week’s walk on Ben Ime, one of the so-called “Arrochar Alps”.
Despite numerous visits to the Arrochar region we’d never been to the top of Ben Ime, and sadly we still haven’t, but we got high enough to enjoy some decent views of the neighboring mountains.
Biggles didn’t have the opportunity to show his rude bits to other walkers, but he certainly made sure they could hear him
Breakfast and snacks for everyone on our return to the Beaglemobile