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Dog related excitements
Jul. 18th, 2015 12:42 am1) The Wandering Whippet
All this week, our village has been distracted by a mysteriously appearing whippet wandering the main road through the village, all the way from the pub all the way to our other main landmark, the postbox.
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2) The Woeful Lurcher
I walked down to the river this evening. Such a wonderful evening, sun shining through the trees, the dogs were being so good, staying close and coming back to check in regularly.
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Rosie decided to race about for fun, and Brythen joined her. They were having such fun. And then Rosie doubled back, Brythen tried to follow, ran into a tree and laid his shoulder open. Poor big lump, he was crying and crying. :-(
Fortunately, once he'd got over the first shock he was able to walk, more or less. I'm not sure I could have carried him up that slope. Even more fortunately, I was in the one tiny patch of the Tamar Valley that by some freak of mobile networking actually has a phone signal, so I was able to call Pp, who brought the car down as far as possible to pick us up.
( Woe dog with hole. )
All this week, our village has been distracted by a mysteriously appearing whippet wandering the main road through the village, all the way from the pub all the way to our other main landmark, the postbox.
( Read more... )
2) The Woeful Lurcher
I walked down to the river this evening. Such a wonderful evening, sun shining through the trees, the dogs were being so good, staying close and coming back to check in regularly.
( photo )
Rosie decided to race about for fun, and Brythen joined her. They were having such fun. And then Rosie doubled back, Brythen tried to follow, ran into a tree and laid his shoulder open. Poor big lump, he was crying and crying. :-(
Fortunately, once he'd got over the first shock he was able to walk, more or less. I'm not sure I could have carried him up that slope. Even more fortunately, I was in the one tiny patch of the Tamar Valley that by some freak of mobile networking actually has a phone signal, so I was able to call Pp, who brought the car down as far as possible to pick us up.
( Woe dog with hole. )
