Hold the Fort!

Well, that's it, the end of the season. The last of this years events (but not adventures, rest easy my friend!). And what event was this? The Siege on the Forth at Blackness Castle.

Now, we have done this event once before in yon days before COVID (scratch that, 2017, that was a lifetime ago!) so I expected it to be different. With the rise of Outlander, some of which was filmed at this castle, it should come as no surprise that redcoats and Jacobites were abound. I decided to getu redcoat out the loft and, with cooler weather, knew that Missy would be more inclined to her Jacobite outfit.

Well, I expected some comments, but my, so many compliments! All from the reenactors (and a pair of young girls who were also dressed up as elves, who recognised kindred spirits as my friend and her boyfriend were also dressed up). Tremendous fun!

I was rather out numbered! There were also World War soldiers (who did a talk about the differences in the uniforms between the first and second), Napoleonic reenactors and also the classic Medieval ones. Missy managed to put stare a lord who relented to give her a piece of chicken but did not succeed in trying to hard stare some quiche off the squires.

The hard stare in action.

Missy tolerated the cannon once, but decided she was above such spectacles upon the second so I went for a wee walk about the camps which were now very quiet and managed to have a lovely chat with two medieval ladies about thier dresses and how they were made.

We then went for a wee walk before returning for the World Wars talk and the final parade. All in all, a very good day.

Even if I did upset a Napoleonic Soldier with my comment about his cute cannon.

 

I mean, how can something that small and deadly not be cute?!

Whilst I don't expect things to calm down any (life is not that kind at the moment), I think there will be an uptick of sewing in future posts. The longer nights are a good encouragement to be genteel and get on with crafts!

Until next time!

140 Years of the Edinburgh Dog and Cat Home

It's not every day your favourite rehoming centre turns 140! Be warned, the post ahead is full of cake, ribbons and much gushing of doggos.

Still here? Well, buckle in.

I have a lot to thank EDCH for. Firstly, my childhood dog was born there and Cindy gave me 14 years of unconditional love. And then Missy came along in 2014, the rottie that shrunk in the wash, sad and unable to cope with the stresses of kennel life.

I have explained before how she chose us, and I have honestly thought back to that day a hundred times and counted myself lucky that Missy came home with us.

But nonetheless, Sunday was the EDCH open day and 140th birthday. There was all the usual things for an open day: competitions, stalls, an education zone, a kids area and plenty of food. What was nice was that the competitions were grouped into blocks, so there was time in between to look about.

After Waggiest Tail everyone was asked for a moment and thanks were said, to the trust, the volunteers and the community there supporting and helping to fundraise. The biggest dog friendly cake I have ever seen was then carried out and a happy birthday was sung by all.

A small fleet of dogs followed said cake for a slice, including Missy who put every gram of her 20kg of muscle into dragging me along behind it.

Missy did indeed get a slice. But only after many comments were made on her neatly tucked sit and very hard stare - I confirmed that such a tactic was a regular occurrence, and Missy truly was the master of it.

The slice barely lasted 10 seconds!

Missy's competitions were in the middle slot (golden oldie and best rescue) before her strongest category at the end (fancy dress). Missy sidled up to the judge and snuggled in for a wee cuddle, giving her saddest eyes and a tiny tail wag. 

Which was how we placed 2nd in best rescue. No sob story, no promoting her charity work, just a brief and well meaning cuddle. Which, hard stare aside, is really what she does best.

It was at this moment I realised that the ribbons were dated for 140 years - certainly one to go alongside the collection of special ribbons she's won.

We did another lap about the place and, truthfully, I was getting cold, and was considering skipping on fancy dress. I could hear her fan club in Manchester on the wind - but it's the last go as a Viking, with her little authentic shield and most inauthentic hat. I fetched a hot chocolate, found a spot out the wind to people watch and Missy had a nap to get herself ready for the final competition of the year.

And she nailed it. Granted, there wasn't a lot of competition (fancy dress is like that, it's either ridiculously popular or not very many are sporting), but I heard a distant cry behind me of;

"A viking?! That's so cool!" From a lovely lady who turned out to be the representative from Mercat tours, so someone who knows a thing or two about what's cool.

The judges gave Missy a pat and praise prior to officially judging "all the years we've done this, I've never seen a viking!" And myself and Mercat exchanged pleasantries.

Realising that dog number 1 was going for the sob story, (that's cheating!) Mercat laughed and then explained how her greyhound had been on deaths door 6 months ago. (Got to play them at thier game!).

Then came Missy. Why a viking?

So why not tell the truth. My sister does viking reenactment and Missy is the unofficial mascot of her group. They even gifted her the shield, which although tiny, is historically accurate.

Which is how we took home a first place ribbon.

I'm actually rather sad to be retiring the viking costume this year (from the competition circuit, she'll wear it again at an event or two) it has definitely been the most "wow" provoking one I've made.

What shall we do next year? A dragon? A Jacobite?

Regards really, I'm just thankful that we were able to have fun and celebrate 140 years of the Edinburgh Dog and Cat Home - I hope they stay strong for many more years yet!