And each one has a different colour, shape and size.
And each one has a different colour, shape and size.
“Where has she gone Butch?”
“No idea, Russ. I think she is doing something called shopping.”
“You mean when she captures stuff like bones and meat.”
“Something like that. Let’s just sleep through it all.”
“Don’t really have a choice do we, tethered to a table. Do you think she will come back.”
“She usually does and then we have to wait until she has had her coffee and food. Let me sleep on, although it smells around here.”
“Yes, I though the same. Do you think that other dog was here again.?”
“Smells like it, I would recognise his pee everywhre. It has a distinct bossy flavour to it.”
“Yea, very metallic in smell and has a touch of primitive.”
“Are you two calling me primitive?”
“Oh, no, of course not, just saying how your fragrent scent tends to linger. How’s life Cedric?”
“I have everything under control. I just did a long pee to take command of my territory.”
“We noticed Cedric, you can really be possessive sometimes you know. Where’s your human?”
“Same place as yours, buying stuff in the supermarket. I hope she returns soon, life is quite boring being tethered to a table.”
“As long as you stay where you are, that’s no problem.”
“Of course, being a strong dog, and not weak at the knees like you two, I could drag myself over with my table and prove my strength.”
“Oh listen to who’s talking. The scare of the supermarket dogs. Cedric you have no chance. As soon as you start dragging that table, the humans will put you outside, they don’t want any canine problems in a restaurant. If I was you I would stay cool.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Cedric we said to stay where you are, humans are looking.”
“Put me down, let me go, wuff, wuff, bark bark.”
“What was all that about Butch? Where’s Cedric gone?”
They put him outside in one of those cages. I told you, just lay low and act as if you are enjoying life being a dog. Look, our human is coming. Oh no, she has another human with her. Must have met her in the store. Looks like this is going to be a long wait today.”
“Hey Butch, look, there is food falling on the ground.”
“Eat it before it disappears. Looks like he human friend is feeding us on the remains of a sandwich.”
“If Cedric had not acted so stupid, we could have shared it with him.”
“Forget it Russ, finders keepeers. Cedric is now sitting nice and cosy outside in a cage where he belongs.”
“Did I hear my name being barked?”
“Cedric you’re back.”
“Of course I am, as soon as I begin to whine they call for my human over the loudspeaker and she released me from my cage. So give me a bite of sandwich, like finders keepers. No room for underdogs here.”
It is a dismal morning today. We have more than 50 shades of grey and everything is wet. The rains arrived in the night and are still here, but I suppose we should be glad that we have rain. Our back garden is still waiting for the final touches from the gardiners. There are still tiles to be replaced, but they are all too big and must be cut down to size, so it will be another week. Mr. Swiss said we can then replace our carpet. I had forgotten that we had one, but we have a small carpet for the entrance somewhere. It seems the builders managed to destroy one garden completely and it even sank. They have been working on it with bulldozers and mechanical shovels all week, as well as bringing cartloads of fresh earth.
We are now glad for peace and quiet over the week-end.
The birds, usually great tits (silly name for a bird I know) are still a little nervous about visiting the birdhouse, especially when I am standing behind the window taking photos.
Some years ago we got a regular morning visit from a spotted woodpecker. It was quite a sensation and I was taken photos every time he arrived, but I have not seen one since. There was probably a nest somewhere in the forest across the road.
Yesterday was our Friday week-end shopping trip to the supermarket, with me snapping photos from the car on the way. I noticed that the flights were quite frequent over our area and the sky was full of trails from the planes.
There was also frequent traffic in the supermarket. I cannot understand people. There was one place available to park when we arrived and were lucky that there was a young lady directing people to empty places. We got a good place to drive into, the last one. Inside the supermarket you had a feeling that famine had broken out and it was the last day of civilisation. There were kids pushing their miniature trolleys, wives and husbands, and everyone grabbing. I was lucky at the butchers counter, but perhaps because I prefer to pick and choose my meat, and not buy the prepacked plastic parcels. I like the contact with the staff, they know us and we know them: part of the extended family almost.
Of course we met a few friends in the store and exchanged our outlooks on life, but we all agreed, where do these people come from. I did not dare to venture into the electronics department which was opposite. We eventually completed our tasks and left. We had another appointment in the afternoon. Mr. Swiss had a consultation at the local hospital after lunch and I decided to accompany him, out of support, although it was not really necessary. The poor man has back problems. The specialist made another two appointments for a magical injection which should help. At the age of 78 he does not want an operation as it could cause more problems than he already has. Our hospital is also undergoing changes and they are constructing a completely new building.
And now I have things to do and places to go – just various rooms in the appartment. What a dreary day it is, I must do something to brighten up my life, like taking the vacuum cleaner for a walk. Enjoy the day, or sleep well according to where you are in the world.
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