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February 28, 2009
House dog??
As I was walking through the hall yesterday a guest met me looking like they were about to set off to conquer the north pole. Dressed in full waterproof outfits with wellington boots in hand they seemed prepared for all eventualities. So as I set about wishing them well on their expedition they inquired if they could borrow the "House Dog". I was caught rather off guard and began to investigate further. The previous day thay had been talking to one of the team about walking on Eriska and had discussed different routes and tracks and in the conversation they had been told that many of the guests are accompoanied by their own pets when they visit Eriska as it is a wonderful place for a dog with lots of tracks and trails, scents and smells for them to investigate.
So enthused by the conversation they decided to go out for a walk after tea and dropped into the office to collect a map and in the conversation asked about dog walking, They were enquiring if there was a dog to walk and the office team thought they were asking if it was Ok to walk their dog on the isalnd. All parted blissfully unaware of the two sided discussion and as if by magic as they left the house on their great expedition they met a large brown labrador, Dibley, who had decided his walk with me was not sufficient so had extended his own walk and then when he felt he had gone far enough had made his way back to the main house in search of me and possible a lift home.
However the guests believed he had been arranged by the office staff and as planned set off with Dibley for yet another walk. When they returned they parted company at the door and told the office that the had left the dog outside as he was wet. The girls thought nothing of it and when I next walked past the door and noticed the two eyes looking through the window thought this was Dibleys first arrival and took him home. All seemed happy- Dibley had had a nice long walk, the guests had appreciated the effort of the team to make them feel welcome even arranging a walking companion and I had returned Dibley to my house and dried him before Seona had even noticed he was missing!
Sometimes a misunderstanding is a fiortuneate thing and it can all tunr out for the best- But just sometimes!!
Posted by Beppo Buchanan-Smith at 08:45 AM in Scottish hotel life | Permalink
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