Biggles goes all NASA with his new collar

Posted on December 21, 2018 by Paul

When it comes to collars we’ve always favored the ones that use a traditional metal buckle instead of a plastic clip; I’ve never forgotten that one of Beanie’s litter-mates died when a plastic clip failed near busy traffic. That said, Biggles’ otherwise solid old fashioned collar literally dropped off on a recent evening walk. The cause of failure? The little cross-bar in the buckle snapped, and he wasn’t straining on his lead at the time. Very fortunately we weren’t by a busy road and Biggles was thoroughly engrossed in a sniff so he came to no harm, in fact he quite enjoyed being carried back home in Susan’s arms like a big furry baby.

He spent the rest of the evening and much of the next day without a collar, and given that he’d been so slow to recognize his sudden and unexpected moment of freedom on the walk I didn’t expect him to notice. I was wrong. Biggles very quickly learned that one our most basic Beagle control systems was gone. His visits to the outdoor loo via the kitchen suddenly became full of new possibilities; numerous items were grabbed from the worktops as we tried and failed to steer him directly to the door. I almost had to rugby-tackle him to get his head out of my sock drawer, and when it was time for his toothbrushing I discovered just how much I rely on hooking his collar with a finger; his rear teeth went almost untouched by the brush. Clearly an urgent trip to the local petshop was needed to get a replacement collar, but when I got there I faced a difficult choice: try one with a stout plastic clip, or trust a metal buckle, knowing that I had just seen one fail?

Eventually I spotted something that appears more trustworthy than either of those options: the EzyDog “Double-Up” collar. It does close with a plastic clip, but it has two D-rings either side of the clip for the lead attachment. You hook the lead through both of these rings, so even with a dog that pulls like a train the clip never takes the strain.

It’s a brilliant fail-safe design that would be worthy of NASA – if they applied their problem solving skills to doggy gear that is. Obviously I couldn’t get a secure collar for the Bigglet and leave Beanie with a lesser design, so two of them landed in my shopping basket.

If you’re looking for a safe collar for a dog with zero road sense then the EzyDog Double-up should be on your list of candidates.

Stob Coire Creagach

Posted on November 27, 2018 by Paul

What do you need if you’re going to camp overnight below a mountain then walk up it in the early hours of the morning to reach the summit by sunrise? Water, food, appropriate clothing, a powerful headtorch and maybe a small human/doggy first aid kit? That’s pretty much what I piled up by the door of our house as I made preparations for our adventure on Stob Coire Creagach. Later when I returned to the door to start transferring everything into our campervan, I saw that someone had added what they viewed as a crucial item to my pile: a sock.

The sock was contributed by Biggles of course, but I’m reasonably certain that he hadn’t actually intended us to take the sock on our adventure; rather he’d just been touring the house with his latest plundered sock in his gob, spotted my pile of stuff by the door and went to investigate, dropping his sock in the process. Nevertheless at first sight it did seem like a deliberate, well-considered act by my boy. “Hmm.. let’s see.. bag of clothes with no food inside it, cooler bag with food but zipped tightly shut, walking boots (those smell great!), warm bedding.. that’s all fine but you’ll be needing a sock to go with that Dad!”

In the end I left the sock at home, and after about 2 hours’ driving we parked up by the Butterbridge then set about trying to get some sleep before our scheduled 5am start the next day. For once I slept surprisingly well; Beanie and Biggles snuggled into me providing much needed warmth and their gentle snoring helped me to drift off, but I do remember waking a couple of times and wondering how we were all still breathing with so much Beagle and human fart contaminating the air.

The walk up the hill was short on distance but long on effort. The first 45 minutes were done in darkness, following a clear but very boggy path, but the upper part of the hill had no official path – just various trails of flattened grass left by other walkers, sheep and deer. When faced with a situation like this I pretty much set my eyes on where I want to be and start walking in a straight line towards it. Undoubtedly a more sensible approach would have been to zig-zag up the hill, trading distance for a less severe incline, but after another 45 minutes or so of seriously hard slog we popped up by the primary summit of our hill.

I say the “primary” summit, because that’s the high point of a ridge that winds its way to another summit point, this time with a trig point to mark it. I took a couple of snaps, swapped my sweat-soaked top for a thermal base layer, then spent the next few minutes struggling to get Beanie and Biggles into their warm winter coats. It was so windy up there I decided to use the elastic leg straps on the coats; these things are very unpopular with the furry types but at least they hold the rear end of the coats in place, resulting in significantly warmer bottoms.

As is often the case it got even colder when the sun first appeared above neighboring mountains, but later it did start to contribute a bit of warmth, making the journey back along the ridge and down the mountain that bit easier.

This was the first hill I’d ever done where I could see our van in the car park for pretty much the whole way down. While that did offer some comfort, it made the trudge back down that steep, slippy mountain-side seem to take forever; all I could think about was getting the waterlogged bog-filled boots off my feet and drinking a hot instant cappuccino. I reckon the pups were mostly thinking about having a chase after the deer and sheep they kept spotting, and maybe finding a way to make me fall on my bum so that they could raid my pockets and get the last of their cheese and beef chewy treats. As it turns out I did fall on my bum several times, but none of the raids were successful because the treats were tightly zipped in my jacket pocket with phone. That caused some frustration in the short term, but it made the breakfast feast back at the van all the more rewarding. Beagles may not understand the concept of delayed gratification, but they do enjoy the result when it’s forced on them!

Bones Not Bangs

Posted on November 11, 2018 by Paul

Another firework season is mostly behind us. It’s left Beanie a bit jumpy in that she’ll look at me for reassurance if someone slams a car door or drives over a loose manhole cover when we’re walking by a road, but for the most part I think she’s coped better than last year.

This time around Bonfire Night landed just after a weekend, with the result that local organized displays were scheduled a day early on Sunday, with many unofficial sessions still going off on the following Monday night. For us the Sunday was pretty painless thanks to two things: an extra long, extra sniffy daytime walk to tire the pups out, followed by the most absorbing treat we’ve yet found for our Beagles: meaty filled bones.

I chose Culzean as the location for our walk, parking by the sea front in Maidens and taking the pups straight across the sands and into the woods near the castle. The area is teaming with wildlife – birds, deer, rabbits and so on – so noses went into overdrive almost as soon as we started. We stuck mainly to the quieter coastal paths, getting to sample high level sniffs from the cliffs and ground-based whiffs from the beach below the castle itself. It’s easy to while away a good few hours at Culzean, and the sun had set by the time were heading back to the Beaglemobile.

As we arrived back home the fireworks were already in full flight, but I quickly carried the pups into the house where the routine of their tea-time meal – followed immediately by meaty filled bones – distracted them until most of the whizz-bangs had stopped. The next day I didn’t have time to get more filled bones and consequently things didn’t go quite so well. The Beanster spent an hour or two cowering in the bathroom wrapped in her Thundershirt, followed by an extended period on my lap, during which a little bum-hole print mysteriously appeared on my t-shirt. As usual Biggles was much less affected, but even he dived under a blankie and snuggled with Susan when things got really intense.

At some point in the future fireworks may be a thing of the past; a recent episode of The Gadget Show featured a very effective alternative display using brightly-lit drones. Until then it’ll have to be extra long walks in the daytime and a copious supply of filled bones, because it seems that even in the most desperate times a tasty bone can beat a loud bang.