Wake up, half asleep after yesterday evening’s walk.
Partner fired up with enthusiasm to go and hide a geocache of our own. Groan.
Dishes to wash, floor to mop, furniture to dust, lunch to cook, board papers to write and we spend an hour and a half wandering around the block – that is normally a 15 minute walk – looking for a place to hide a cache. I think we’ll back off the caching for a while.
But we found these
adorable mastiffs very tough guard dogs.
Far more interesting than looking for holes in the wall to hide silly geocaches.
I am of course, always instructed not to touch strange dogs. Er whose hand is in the photos below? Not mine. I did stroke them of course and did little scratchies. Beautiful dogs with such a friendly temperament.
Back up to the flat, and the local re-enactment society was just finishing outside the Governor’s house. Off I skipped for a couple of pix.
‘COMPANY DISMISSED!’ as soon as I got there, and they all flopped about. Oh well.
The orthodox Jews had obviously been dismissed from schul too.
And on our evening dog walk, we heard some barking, so we stopped where we were to let another small dog go past. Pippa likes all dogs and people unless they are aggressive. Otherwise he does tail wags and sniffy sniffies.
‘Fucking wolf over there,’ shouted one of the party.
‘Oyé,’ said Partner, which is what gibbos say for oiga ie listen. Pronounced oijay.
‘There’s no need for that.’ That was pretty moderate for Partner.
It was a dog we didn’t know, so we stood waiting up the street so that they could continue and we get insulted?
What is wrong with wolves anyway, might I ask? Damn sight more civilised than people.
But do you really need to shout insults at people (and their dog) who you have never seen in your life before for no good reason? Who are respectfully waiting for you to go past in case your small dog is aggressive (some small dogs are).
And yet the other night we met a different small dog (16 years old). Sadly for Pippa, she wasn’t interested in a new boyfriend (even a toyboy at a mere 12 or so).
The dog’s person correctly identified Pippa as GSD/husky cross, and said what a lovely dog we had. What a contrast.
ETA Should have said, I wrote this post with Yvonne in mind. Thanks Y for your encouragement.