Waves, hound, larks and guns
Mar. 4th, 2025 08:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnTheo and I went for a beach wander in the March sun. Waves crashing on the sand, and an almost empty shore.
We walked back along the road through the dunes. The grass was still dry and golden, just the beginnings of green shoots at the base of the tufts, but there were larks singing. I could hear the rat-tat-tat of machine-guns from the military firing range at the same time as the larksong, making it hard to forget about Current International Events (USA & Ukraine edition).
One of Theo's absurdly large ears is painful and a bit gunky again. I am tentatively putting this down to my having given him too many Asda Southern Fried Chicken Chunks as treats on his training course. Back to beef and insects only and ears wiped out daily with leucillin.
We walked back along the road through the dunes. The grass was still dry and golden, just the beginnings of green shoots at the base of the tufts, but there were larks singing. I could hear the rat-tat-tat of machine-guns from the military firing range at the same time as the larksong, making it hard to forget about Current International Events (USA & Ukraine edition).
One of Theo's absurdly large ears is painful and a bit gunky again. I am tentatively putting this down to my having given him too many Asda Southern Fried Chicken Chunks as treats on his training course. Back to beef and insects only and ears wiped out daily with leucillin.
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Date: 2025-03-06 02:27 am (UTC)