I'll take the high road...and I'll be in Scotland before ye!

Just like our golf balls on the crazy double greens at St. Andrews...we're on a roll! This time, rolling down the tracks through the Highlands on the Royal Scotsman.

And just look who got on board today! It's Marvin, my wise Scottish sage! He's been feeling a bit under the weather, but we decided the clean Highland air would be like a restorative tonic for him.

We presented him this antique print we found in Edinburgh to give to his gal Jeannie. I wonder if the Rocky Creek Scotties know these guys?

Ahhhhh! Sticking your head out of a window on a moving train is about 100 times better than sticking your head out a car window. And you know how great that is!

Poor Aunties! Thought they might take flight with those flapping ears!

Our next diversion on the way? The famous Malt Whisky Trail. I don't know anything about Whisky, but I know a Malted is a lot like a Milkshake and that's made with ice cream, and I love ice cream. So this sounds like the trail for me!

"Here's mud in your eye!" says Jakie, our earth dog.

"Bottoms up!" says Marvin, our kilt flipping pal.

"To our sweethearts and wives!!!" says Eric, "may they never meet!"

Even though our terrier ancestors came from Scotland, we obviously couldn't handle our Scotch whisky as well as the native-born Scots dogs.

Since Marvin is a Hollow Hound, he also has a hollow leg or four. So he made sure we lightweights got back on the train.

And where was Hamish the Westie, you might ask?

"Och aye! These wee bairns can barely hold their milk much less fine Scots whisky," he muttered, "I'm tucking into a nice haggis sandwich and then a nap."

"Wake me up for high tea with those saucy Aunties."

As we got further north, we spotted this strange looking creature. It was odd, and yet, vaguely familiar.

Reddish blonde hair? Check.

Stubbornly bull-headed? Check.

Always horny? DOUBLE CHECK!

AH HA! It's a Muckle Lacie Coo!

Tune in tomorrow when we're joined by mysterious castaways!