poor excuse but you'll have to buy it

Well firstly the Master has an apology to make. It's been three weeks nearly since the last post and, dear reader, if you are still logging in to read the latest, we can only thank you for your persistence. We are not worthy! So, where have we been. Well I've still be running around, chasing rabbits and barking at my canine bretheren. For the Master though, it is a different, and altogether sadder story. Having steeled himself to the rigours of training for the London, the depressing news is that he isn't gonna make it. A week ago he sustained a torn calf muscle playing squash (he never warms up properly) and is still hobbling. Even with physio I can't see him making a return to the highways and by-ways of Berkshire until at least April. Slightly too late for a mid-April race. Pathetic really. Do I warm up before we go out? Am I suffering with strains, tears and twists? No, and I'm the same age in human years as him. Now granted, some of the more delicate breeds that pass themselves off as dogs, do slow down as they advance in years. But a border collie? never. The day I can't run after vermin or lose my will to bark at horses and other dogs, big or small, is the day to take me to the vets and give me a shot of the Baxter-juice (or whichever big pharma is mkaing money out of me these days). I'm sorry, but I am bred for the hills and dales of the border country between Scotland and England, and if the best that is on offer is a run in the flat country, then I'll go with that - but anything less and you may as well lie me on a slab and say 'hasta la vista, doggo. you won't be back'.
So back to the Master. Pathetic really. Whilst he's not running I don't have a lot to report so I may hand over the lead to him and let him pontificate forth on subject innumerable, whilst I take a back-seat (not my usual position, you realise) and as soon as he's back on track, I'll be reporting again on life on the roads. However, if you want me to continue, please send a comment or two and I'll keep putting paw to keyboard for your delictation.
Woof!