Captain Midnight here, reporting from the Ring of Kerry.
I’ve been with Himself in Ireland for 12 days now in Rosie the campervan. We started off on Achill Island in County Mayo, where we had long walks on the beach despite much wetness. Himself said that if it had rained any more we would have become fish. I did a lot of drying out while he wrote stories and drank red wine.
Herself joined us a couple of days ago in Cork and we’ve come out west for a few days. Which brings me to the high point of the trip so far: Storm; Indy; Thor; and Thunder.
Who are they, you ask?
The answer is four Siberian Huskies that I met this morning by the sea in Caherdaniel. What’s more, they were (get this) pulling a man along on a two-wheeled scooter. What more could a dog want from life? I try to pull Himself along on the lead sometimes, but he just complains.
There are many breeds for which names like Storm, Indy, Thor, and Thunder just wouldn’t work: Chihuahuas, for example or Pekinese. But they suited this magnificent pack perfectly.
It’s true that each of them was about five times my size, but they were looking respectfully in my direction. I’m pretty sure they wanted me to join them as boss dog to lead the team through the wintry wastes of the Siberian tundra.
I’d be a natural.
Captain Midnight… born to be wild.
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