Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Of late, I have taken on a few more doggy day care duties for my partner Sarah. This following her daughter Katelan and fella Simon’s departure from her home. Packing in my part-time job affording me opportunity to undertake this labour of love. Let me start by saying I have absolutely no issue with keeping... Continue Reading →
Spending so much time on my own of late has been a catalyst to me occasionally indulging in absurd faux conversations with my dog companions Deano and Zella. These sporadic episodes ordinarily playing out as I stroll past the little scamps while wandering chez Strachan's soon to be sold chambers and gardens. My pretend conversations... Continue Reading →
I'm currently dog sitting my little Labrador/retriever buddy Coco. This beautiful lady, who's as I write quietly gazes back at me with her head propped on an easy chair arm, has thankfully just granted my lugholes some respite. My ears close to bleeding after the raucously excitable bark she emitted whilst going out for a... Continue Reading →
I've just returned from a morning walk with my canine buddy Coco. A meander with the obligatory aimless wandering, inquisitive sniffing, the marking of territory with four pees and a sign off poop..... And that was just me! Seriously, though, witnessing the sheer glee on my labrador chum's endearing facade, while zig zagging across the... Continue Reading →
To distract me from gawping at the hypnotic sight of settling snow flurries outside, I've been watching a few minutes of a dog psychic on breakfast TV. As a sceptic of human beings being able to telepathically connect with canines, apart from Bob Carolgees & Spit the Dog, I commenced the viewing with an unhealthy... Continue Reading →