Sunday near the park with dogs
Jul. 11th, 2010 11:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blamebramptonMr Brammers and I went for an afternoon walk to pick up cat food, a gentle walk of twenty-odd minutes each way. It goes through the dog park, where we were investigated by many dogs in case of either food or things which could be thrown. Alas, we came up short and were sent on our way.
The way ambles past the nice pub, where a couple of Irishmen were outside with their kelpie. The kelpie sized us up in one keen glance. First he pulled the face of plaintive loneliness. Then faint hope. When we slowed our steps and smiled at him, his ears pricked up in surprised delight, at which point he rolled over in case we would be so good as to scratch his tummy.
Of course, the dog had the right of us and we were both patting him as soon as the owners gave a nod and we drew level. "You poor wee beast," I said. "Clearly never been loved!"
"How many people has he sucked in so far?" Mr Brammers asked the dog's owners.
They had lost count.
The way ambles past the nice pub, where a couple of Irishmen were outside with their kelpie. The kelpie sized us up in one keen glance. First he pulled the face of plaintive loneliness. Then faint hope. When we slowed our steps and smiled at him, his ears pricked up in surprised delight, at which point he rolled over in case we would be so good as to scratch his tummy.
Of course, the dog had the right of us and we were both patting him as soon as the owners gave a nod and we drew level. "You poor wee beast," I said. "Clearly never been loved!"
"How many people has he sucked in so far?" Mr Brammers asked the dog's owners.
They had lost count.
