Making your way through The Glebe is always a step back in time too, but, that reverie is cracked ever-so-slightly by the mini-mansions cluster in the dip, and the inevitable jumped-up security dogs who want to make sure that you don’t lose yourself in the tranquility and history of it all.
It’s a sad tale that greets you as you head out of the village, just beyond the school and before the turn into Delgany Wood, as a very buttoned-up house is protected by not one but two rabid dogs. Which might not sound all that surprising, but, we witnessed the golden-haired of the two arrive as a puppy, confused and frightened as feck by the other dog’s incessant ranting and raving until, as time did its thing, this poor unfortunate just joined the barking, raving loony party.
There’s a hound of the basket cases in Grattan Park we hear tell of that sounds like the stuff of leg end. Apparently, the dog’s owner goes to work just down the road each day, and leaves their miserable mutt barking, barking, barking, barking, barking, barking, barking, barking, barking all day long. We haven’t witnessed this poor witless wonder ourselves, but, we’re inclined to believe the rattled neighbour who told us all about it. The fact that they had a twitch and a look that suggested endless sleepless nights was proof enough for us.
Another favourite is the little terror who makes sure that the slow, silent descent into the abyss for everyone at the Greystones Nursing Home is interrupted by a hound from hell BARKING ALL THE FECKIN’ TIME.
Over in Kilcoole, Beech Court is the place to be, we’re told, if you want your fill of uninterrupted barking from dawn to dusk. And a little beyond, if the air is clear, and the lungs are full.