The Bouncers of Loch Ard

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The Lomond/Trossachs region is famed for its mountain ranges and picturesque lochs, yet despite many visits we’d only seen those lochs from a few thousand feet up while hillwalking. With the Beaglemobile no longer leaking gas like Biggles’ bum and the weather forecasts promising clear skies, we felt the time was right to view one of them from close up. But which one? An extended Googling session pointed to Loch Ard as a good candidate; it was certainly pretty enough, appeared to have a good parking spot for an overnight stay in our campervan, and a number of way-marked walks. It was only after our arrival that we discovered something our research had failed to uncover: Loch Ard is patrolled day and night by two burly swans who don’t take kindly to Beagles.

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The thing is, Beanie and Biggles usually get on famously with birds. Certainly they get on very well indeed with the chicken I carry in my pocket on beach runs, but unfortunately swans differ from chicken in several important ways:

  • they’re bigger
  • they aren’t wrapped in aluminum foil to keep in the juices and flavor
  • they hiss when they get close
  • did I mention that they’re bigger?

It goes without saying that neither Beanie nor Biggles were the least bit afraid of the swans; they are after all experienced apex predators with a long list of kills to their names (only the other day Biggles inflicted a fatal wound to one of Susan’s gym socks). However, they are also the joint owners of two pet humans, and as such they have to be mindful of how we might react to potential scares. Consequently when they sensed growing discomfort from us as the swans grew close and hissed, Beanie and Biggles gently but firmly led us away from the approaching menace. Biggles even realised that in my alarmed state I might not cope well with loud noises, and decided against woofing at the swans. Only the most capable and self-assured Beagle could have suppressed his hunting instincts  and embraced his sensitive and empathetic side like that, and I counted myself very lucky to have his Biggleship (some distance) behind me on our first tentative walk by the loch.

In due course we returned to the Beaglemobile to settle in for the evening. We human types might still be finding our way round the van, but already our pups know it inside out. Biggles has sussed where all the food is stored and loves pottering about on the worktop, no matter how many times we tell him to get down. Beanie has lost her fear of the reversing beep, and has established that the swiveling passenger seat provides the best vantage point in the vehicle, especially if there’s a human already on the seat with an accommodating lap (what’s more, while she’s having a nosy out of the window she tends not mind being cuddled).  The biggest thing we have yet to sort out however is the sleeping arrangements.

In summer it’ll be possible to pop-up the roof and have the pups sleep up there in their crates. In winter temperatures however there’s really no choice but to keep the roof down for better insulation and let Beanie and Biggles sleep with us in the bed. This makes for very cramped sleeping conditions, but during our night by Loch Ard it was surprisingly welcome; the temperature went sub-zero once darkness fell, but we didn’t feel it thanks to our two fur-covered hot water bottles. Of course things got difficult when they started doing their in-bed T’ai Chi routine (“pushing paws” rather than “pushing hands”) but still, at least we never got cold.

The next morning we all stopped off at a little jetty near the start of the loch in time for sunrise. We certainly did get nipped at by the cold here – not to mention almost nibbled by the swans – but nevertheless it was well worth seeing, especially when a thin layer of mist developed over the water.

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Once my fingers had gone numb and I could no longer operate the camera (it didn’t take long), we set out on an extended walk round along one side of the loch. Unfortunately the weather didn’t live up to the promise of the forecasts, but the walk nevertheless produced two satisfied little sniffers, and Beanie indicated her approval with one of her signature dance routines.

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On our return to the van I discovered two important things:

  1. Beanie can “spider-Beagle” her way right underneath the van even when on her fixed length walking lead; I got quite a shock when I came up from fixing Biggles’ harness and found that I was temporarily missing a Beagle.
  2. Two muddy Beagles can make a heck of a mess in a campervan in a matter of seconds.

Where normal dog owners might fix that last issue by thoroughly toweling off their dogs before allowing entry, we’re working – or more accurately Susan is working – on a different solution that involves leopard-skin patterned Beagle onesies. To be fair, this could be a pretty good option especially for Biggles, as his tummy has the most remarkable ability to soak up vast quantities of mud. It’ll certainly look cute, so stay tuned for the photos :)

Biggles’s Big Rollercoaster Ride

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It’s been a fortnight of highs and lows for our little boy. It all started when his occasional bouts of reverse sneezing became an almost daily occurrence and were sometimes accompanied by a small amount of regurgitation. After some research and careful observation of his Biggleship, Susan figured he was suffering from acid reflux. There are plenty of home remedies for this condition – both for humans and dogs – but we decided to take him to the vet just to make sure there was nothing more serious going on. After all, he’d cost us very little in vet fees compared to his sister (apart from that time with the half kilo of grapes) so he was entitled to a bit of medical TLC.

Bad move.

The vet agreed there was probably nothing to worry about – even commenting on what an otherwise unusually fit little Beagle he was – but still prescribed a rather heavy handed and ridiculously expensive drug that reduces acid production in the stomach. We dutifully gave Biggles his medication and for the first day it seemed to completely eliminate his problem. The second day didn’t go quite so well, but by the third day he was genuinely unwell, vomiting and off his food. Susan felt very strongly that the drug was to blame, but off we went to the vet again.

This time Biggles received a gloved and lubricated finger up his bum, an anti-sickness injection and three day’s supply of bland, tinned dog food. Of those three, the tinned food was definitely the winner. He got his first taste of it once the sickness jag had taken effect, and it was awesome! It was the kind of food that makes you wag uncontrollably, announce your good fortune to the whole world with joyous woofing, and boing up off the ground with such power that you nearly KO your Mum as she’s serving it up. We had instructions to serve the food in regular small amounts, and over the next three days Biggles felt like the luckiest little Beagle boy in the whole world. Any time Susan emerged from the kitchen he immediately stopped whatever he was doing (even if it was something really important like receiving a quality chest massage and tummy tickle) and ran to meet her, because more often than not, it was feeding time.

And then – suddenly and without warning – it was all gone. He was back on regular kibble. To be fair he still wagged uncontrollably, woofed and boinged at mealtimes because, well, that’s what furry boys called Biggles tend to do, but I could tell that inside his little bubble had burst. As his reflux showed signs of returning we introduced a small topping of natural yogurt and cider vinegar on his breakfast. This held off all the reflux symptoms, but something else was needed to distract him from thoughts of what he’d won and lost. Something big. Really big. Like.. a mountain!

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The mountain in this case was Ben Dubh. It wasn’t new to us, but what was new was how we tackled it. Instead of doing the whole visit in one day, we drove to Luss in the evening, spent the night in our campervan and did the climb the next day once some of the mist and low-lying cloud had lifted. A few things went a bit wrong on this first proper outing in The BeagleMobile: we had a gas leak that left us without heating and cooking facilities; our fabric travel crates proved impractical and we ended up spending the night all squashed up together on the bed (just like always!); and finally on the drive home the Erskine Bridge was closed, forcing us through Glasgow in rush hour traffic. I’m still having traffic queue nightmares from that last bit, but in two ways the trip was a huge success: firstly and most importantly it distracted Biggles from the loss of his bliss-in-a-tin Royal Canin food; and secondly, I finally got a decent pano of the so-called “Arrochar Alps” from Ben Dubh.

Arrochar Alps Pano

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The CJV (Christmas Jumper Vehicle)

Over the last year our little Beanster has become overly sensitive to uncommon noises. Beeping smoke alarms, the sound of rockets on space films (Interstellar), and even wheelie bins being blown about in the storms we’ve endured recently, have all been enough to put her on red alert. She sits bolt upright, her eyes scanning the ceiling as though looking for the source of the worrying noise, and if it continues, she seeks out the nearest human lap for reassurance. After discussing this with other dog owning neighbors we considered getting her a “Thundershirt“, but it turned out we already have a much cheaper alternative to hand: her Christmas jumper. It doesn’t fit quite as tight as a real Thundershirt and its design isn’t particularly appropriate now that the festive season is well behind us, but it does the job, and unfortunately we’ve had to use it extensively since getting our new campervan.

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Protected by her impenetrable Christmas jumper, Beanie keeps watch from the central console of our camper van

When I say “new”, the camper is a new conversion but the base vehicle is – wait for it – nearly 18 years old. Despite its age, it’s in stunning condition both cosmetically and mechanically, having spent its life on Japan’s much more vehicle-friendly roads. It should be a perfect fit for our impromptu nighttime hill walks and enable us to do more island-hopping than ever before, but as we soon discovered, it has one little drawback: it beeps continuously when reverse gear is selected.

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You’re not putting it in reverse gear again are you Dad?

“Don’t worry” said the guy from Direct Campers in Kilmarnock as he showed us around the vehicle, “it only beeps on the inside. No-one outside the van will hear it”. Well I’m afraid that’s exactly the wrong way round, because one of the furry passengers inside the vehicle has a bad case of beep-phobia. Fortunately the Christmas jumper coupled with judicious use of tasty biccies has enabled us to work around this shocking design flaw. And it is shocking, because everything else about the van seems to have been designed with Beagles in mind.

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The worktop is nice and low down – lower than the one in our caravan – making it easy to jump onto and nick things from!

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And while you’re up on the worktop, you can stick your nose right through the side windows to thoroughly sample the outside air.

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With large windows all round it’s easy for the alert Beagle to keep watch for any illegal activities such as cycling, children with excessively bright jackets, non-Beagle dog walking etc. and respond with appropriate woofing.

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That said, the rear windows are externally reflective so if your Mum happens to be cuddling you like a big silly furry baby, no-one outside need ever know..

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The horn is also readily accessible, so it’s easy to raise the alarm when your teatime meal is late.

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And finally, the vehicle has a deceptively large amount of floor space. This provides somewhere for the humans to sit, because they sure as hell aren’t going to be sitting on the comfy chairs ;)

So we should be all set for some great Beagle adventures in 2016, just so long as we only ever drive forwards, or have a snug-fitting Christmas jumper to hand!