It's the Chinese 'Year of the dog', and it's brought to mind the fun I used to have with the wee 'cuilean's' as a wean.
When I was a wee boy, my brother and sister and i would get shipped off to my Granny's farm every holiday.It was a fantastic time, running free amongst the bracken of Claonaig hills, clambering over the rocky Kennacraig shoreline, sprachling up moss covered rocks, and scaring each other on the old swing bridge.
It wasn't all carefree though - we had to earn our keep by 'helping' around the place.
One of the jobs was to clean out the dog kennels - and because my Grandfather and my Uncle were both shepherd's - well there were a lot of Border Collies to clean up after!
I remember the shovel I was given was taller than me!
It was in with the shovel, then with the hose!
Thing is, I can't remember it being an unpleasant experience...just another one of those farmyard smells.
Plus the aroma of my Granny's freshly baked cakes and scones always covered it up - and we were always rewarded with one of these treats when finished mucking out!
Have a creative day and speak soon!
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