Corrie and Buttercup

I never know what is going to happen next! For example, last week Liz put my harness on and I thought ‘ooooh goodie, walkies’ But no, I was marched out the house and into this big white box thing which Liz and Rickie kept calling Buttercup. What!?! It looked nothing like a flower to me.

Anyway, the engine started up and we were all off down the road and I’m thinking well, I can’t be off to the vet or those nice Sue and Julie (who spoil me rotten, but don’t tell R&E) in a ruddy great pantechnicon like this, even if it is called a buttercup.

After about three days we arrived at this place called Dunning in Perthshire, whatever that is. But it was attractive even if there were lots more of these white boxes spread around the field. R&E said this is great because there are toilets and showers and fresh water and electricity. For crying out loud they have all that at home, why do we have to drive half way across a continent for that!

But there was a nice big field that I could run around in off the lead, and R&E would throw things for me to chase, great fun! But they can be odd on occasions – every time I did a poop they would put it into a little plastic bag and dump it in a box. What was that all about! Not a nice pressie for the fairies or santa claus or whatever empties the boxes I thought.

Another bonus was spending the night in the same room as R&E - that doesn’t happen at home. So I was good and quiet all through the dark time until R&E got up when they switched on the daylight again. Anyway, after about a year we drove back down the road to home – and toilets and shower and fresh water and electricity! People are funny creatures sometimes.

Corrie

woof woof!!

Well m’dears wait till you hear about the week I’ve had. Such times!
Sorry, I am rushing away with myself in all the excitement.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Buttercup and I am a Peugot Boxer Autosleeper…..Executive….. motorhome. I admit that I am a bit long in the tooth,
13 years old to be precise but there is still life in the old girl yet and I am raring to go.
Last week I weas sitting in the forecourt of Mills Garages in Duns with a price on my head. The embarrassment was awful, especially as I had this knock down price stuck on my windscreen while all the other sprightly young things were boasting about just how much they were worth.
Anyway, there I was feeling a bit down but trying to look my best when this trickle of people started to come and look me over. I couldn’t get a sense of them at first because they came in dribs and drabs and one lot came when the garage was closed and peered in my windows.
I wasn’t at all sure what to make of it all but to cut a long story short…..well quite a short story really….. I’ve got new  owners !!!   Like me they have got a good few miles on the clock… less Famous Five and  more Saga Six…but again like me they are ready for new adventures on the road.
I have met them all now and they seem like good sorts. Whats more important, they really seem to like me. I have had nothing but compliments all week and one of them even said that just seeing me on her drive gave her a warm fuzzy feeling !!
And the plans !!!! Just when I thought my travelling days were numbered there is talk of the Scottish Highlands, being a sherpa to two women walking Offa’s Dyke and even mention of Italy and following the Tour de France.
I can't believe my luck. Just as I thought I was being written off as too old for fun, here we all go again.
I hear that they intend to write about their travels in a blog.
Its called Buttercup’s Blog  so, without wanting to be pushy, I thought I would write the first entry.
Linda and Paul, Julie and Sue and Liz and Ricky will all be writing their own entries onto my blog ….BUT IT IS MY BLOG…. Better sign off now in case I am starting to sound like the computer in 2001 Space Odyssey but what a week I’ve had, m’dears, what a week.
Buttercup Boxer (Miss)