Saturday at Angus Manor

Angus Log –  Saturday January 10, 2014.

I woke up the hoomans at 7:15 am…barking.  Apparently, they foolishly and irresponsibly thought they could sleep in because it is the weekend.  Nope.  Not gonna happen.  I have things to do, no rest for the weary.

Hooman tried to give me some meds, and as per usual, put it in Carl Buddig Turkey.  (I used to get them in Greenies Pill Pockets, but I started rejecting those back in 2012).  They didn’t adequately wrap my pills, so the first turkey slice I got the turkey, but the pills fell out.  Here is the picture right after it happened.

-The green/black pill in the far right corner is my Vetoryl ($3 a pill, the big blue pill is my Demamarin, the little white one is my Melatonin-
-The green/black pill in the far right corner is my Vetoryl ($3 a pill, the big blue pill is my Demamarin, the little white one is my Melatonin-

Then, after I got my pills, I rested a bit, then time for my midday patrol.  It was about 10 degrees, but not much wind.  I went out wearing Ainsley’s Dress Uniform, cause my dress uniform from Scottie Logistics, Southern Command (Australia) doesn’t fit me anymore, since I lost so much weight this year.  And Ainsley prefers to go au naturel…cause she is a bit of a non-conformist hippie, I believe.

– Here I am in Ainsley’s Battle Dress Uniform on a snowy Saturday afternoon –

Well, we were especially on the lookout today for the French Female Terrorist, but I can say with certainty she is not in the neighborhood.  Apparently, no Huskies, Bicyclists, Joggers, Vagrants, Thieves, or Airedales were in the ‘hood either today.  We saw no one.  So no acoustic salvos had to be fired.  We did take one casualty though.  Ainsley started limping half way through the patrol, whining she had snow stuck in her paw.  Well, a few slaps by me to her head, and some berating she is a yellow belly coward, and we got her on the move again.  Morale is my middle name, and the beatings will continue until morale improves.  So here is the combat photograph as Ainsley and I enter the gate to enter the Angus Manor Compound.

– Ainsley in front of the picture looking stoopid, and me looking smart, in full dress reds –

Well, we then earned a well deserved rest.  As you see here, I am relaxing on my pillows, while the stoopid cats are lounging around in Mama’s lap.  If you notice the white dots on my beard and snout it is the snow melting.  After such a grueling patrol, we rested all day.

– Resting in the Entertainment Room – Barracks –

Well, a pretty uneventful Saturday.  But as we say in the Scottie army, any Saturday you can walk away from is a good one.  See you Sunday.


Sgt. Angus Morale Fala

Monday Night Snowy Patrol

A cold snowy night at Angus Manor tonight.  They say it’s gonna be quite the snow storm and coupled with some frigid weather – negative 15 degrees Fahrenheit by Thursday morning.

– me just returning from the patrol, Ainsley beside me in her full dress red uniform –

Private Ainsley and yours truly just returned safely from my nightly patrol.  Here you see me, wearing my high tech camouflage winter wear.  Though I gotta wonder what the boys in Scottie Logistics are thinking, going with the orange and blue camo pattern.  Don’t know what color the snow is over at the Homeland of Scotland, but here in the frontiers of Illinois, it comes in one color – white.

So sleep well under your warm blanket of freedom, and know that Ainsley is out there on that wall.  Myself – well, I’ll be snuggled right next to you in that warm blanket of freedom.  It’s too dang cold for Senior Master Sergeants in this Scottie’s Army!

Hooyah.  Angus Fala

– Ainsley still on sentry duty outside. Fool! –

Last Daytime Patrol of the Year

2014 Dec 31 Last PatrolTo: Scottie High Command
From: Sgt. Angus Fala
Date: 31 December 2014
Time: 08:00 Local Time
Location: Local Proximity and Environs, Firebase Angus Fala

Description: Went on a patrol this morning with Private Ainsley McKenna.  Seen here, you can tell we went out equipped in our Winter Gear, as the actual temperature was 1 degree Fahrenheit (-17 degrees Celsius), with a windchill approaching negative 10.  Ainsley was wearing her full dress Battle Scottie Uniform, as supplied by Scottie Logistics – Southern Division (B. Murray- Australia).  I have lost far much to weight to wear my dress uniform from Ms. Murray, so I had to wear just a conventional sweater.  Even then, it just hanged off me. Normally, as you know, I mock Scotties that wear their sweaters when it is like 40 degrees, but once we approach zero, we appreciate the warmer gear.

Enemy Encounters: None.  Very quiet.  We did get barked at by the Yorkies from their position in the front window of the next door house, but they are not hostile.  Just stoopid.

Unless an emergency arises, my next communication will be in 2015.


Sgt. Angus Fala