Isn't she lovely?

Here's Belle ... isn't she sweet? She's adjusted to Edinburgh and knows her way around the neighborhood quite well. I feel this means she is clearly a genius, Peter thinks it means she knows where the food is. It feels a bit safer walking around here with her, I get the feeling that no self respecting Scot would ever hit a dog.

Sweet Pea has taken her onto Arthur's Seat a number of times, which she loves and come home smelling of god knows what. So, yeah, happy days for the wee pup.

The tub here is deep enough that we can bathe her inside without her leaping over the edge and throughout the house (always a pleasant risk at bath time).  

another language

Happy New Year! Hello Year of the Ox! Happy Belated Robbie Burns Day!

I've been pretty out of it for the past couple of weeks since we've had a steady stream of house guests since returning from Ireland. To quote Carla from Top Chef "my zen is zonked".

But, life goes on and, in addition to everything else going on, we are contemplating buying a car. I know! surprises me too. So, we've got to figure out the hows and wherefores of the parking permit. Now this is not difficult by any standards: call a number, get transferred, have the process explained to you, etc. Then I asked directions to the office to pick up the form.

The office is just off the Royal Mile, which is easy enough. And then the woman on the phone said something about the office being near the budgies. Budgies? What budgies? Clearly I misunderstood  - unless there are wild budgies around here that I have yet to find and boy! wouldn't visitors enjoy seeing wild budgies? There can do a whole festival around the budgies, this would be a great tourist attraction, no? Anyhoodle, I did ask her three times to repeat herself and there are only so many times you can say "pardon me" without coming across a little slow. So, I said "right then" and hung up and have been wondering what budgies could possibly mean.

It took Peter 24 hours to guess that she meant the bridges.