Leo is the only one with a harness, because Lara destroyed two, each within about thirty seconds.
Lara and Leo
Category: Dog walks
The faceoff
Lara, left, and Leo, right, otherwise known as the little white monsters, abruptly parked themselves in these positions in the middle of the dog walk. We were expecting to see an epic clash, like a joust, but after a few moments they both decided, “Meh,” and wandered off to chase Mocha the dog, who was chasing dirt bikers. Much more exciting, even if they took no interest in chasing the motorcycles ( good thing), only Mocha. Sofie, center above, made one of the encounters more interesting by standing in middle of the wide sand path of the moto, whose rider yelled something at her. We were too far away to do anything. We didn’t hear what he yelled. And didn’t need to, I think.
Poor old dog
Just as our friends are getting ready to adopt a couple of 4-month-old puppies, one with a black spot surrounding one eye, I see this dog a few blocks from us and think, “poor dirty old dog”…
…and then it starts to run. Umm, no, not old. Betty, the orphaned sheepdog we took in last January, is almost 14 years old and not quite up to the young one’s capers – though she can indeed run very fast when she gets it in her mind to do so.
The Thing.
Yesterday on the dog walk I said to Syd, You know, if that thing suddenly started moving, we’d be in the middle of a helluva a horror movie.
Pool ladder.
In a tree. In the woods. Because of course.
And it’s pretty high, out of my reach. Did kids manage to throw it up there? Someone else? Why?
Ah, what would life be without unanswered questions?
Because of course.
When it’s time to get rid of the old CRT TV or computer monitor, you don’t leave it in one of the hundreds of containers put out for that purpose by the municipality, you somehow drag it into the middle of nowhere and leave it there instead.
Because that’s what Grandpa would have done.
“It’s the way we’ve always done it.”
Clearing out the library
I saw this a couple days ago, before heavy rain all night. Neatly stacked just in case someone….
Some encyclopedias from 1999, other stuff that seemed equally uninteresting.
Sheep don’t like shrooms?
You might recall there is sometimes a sheep to say hello to on our neighborhood walks. It’s in the same yard where a large tree fell and took out part of the fence, and is now sporting a few meals’ worth of mushrooms.
Not for us – we’ve found them rather nasty every time we’ve tried – but apparently also not for the sheep.
Oh well!
L’il Big Dog
It’s hard to convey how huge this collar-less puppy is. Like a cross between a bear and a horse. I can say, however, that we were relieved to see that he did not intend to go on the walk with us today. Something about 60 kilos of puppy crashing through the undergrowth and charging by on narrow bits of path, as the one time he did, makes a walk a little less relaxing.