He really loves it when people make a fuss of him. Doesn't matter how much I pull on his lead, he won't come until he is ready. But it's a different matter if I stop to have a sniff at something, it's, "Leave it Sadie. Dirty dog!" If I stop for a wee, he gets so impatient with me, " Sadie! Do you have to pee every few steps?" Yet when he stops to water a tree, I'm expected to wait patiently and keep a watch out just in case the Vicar's wife comes by.
Oh that was hilarious, when that happened one time. I've never forgotten it. He got such a shock when she suddenly appeared. In his haste to do himself up, he got his willie stuck in his zip, and he had to stand there, with a fixed grin, in absolute agony, while she reminded him about the Church fete!
It was even more fun, watching him trying to free himself too. I could tell it hurt, because he had wet eyes, and was saying bad words! His eyes weren't the only wet area either. I won't mention the state of his trousers, "Dirty boy!"
You may have noticed I referred to it as a willie. Well if you could see it, you would probably call it that too. It is far too small to be called a penis!
At the moment he is handing out party invitations to everyone we meet. So progress on the walk is particularly slow. If they all turn up it will be like Woodstock in the paddock! He is so worried that nobody will turn up at the party, that he is practically begging people to come. There is a big risk that the whole thing will turn into a pensioners convention! If it rains on the day, there is likely to be mobility scooters stuck everywhere!
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We had to wait outside the shop until she came out. Then he gave her a shy smile, as he pretended to adjust my collar. Naturally, she came up and gave me a stroke. Do you know what he said to her, as she petted me? He said, "Careful, she's a smelly old thing!" The nerve of it! John, saying I'm smelly! Pot, kettle and black come to mind.
Anyway she went off. His new love interest. He tried to look as though he was reading a notice in the shop window, but he was actually waiting to see which way she went. As I said, pathetic.
Tomorrow morning, as sure as eggs is eggs, he will want to go for a walk at exactly the same time in the hope of seeing her again. The only difference being that he will have tidied his beard up and be wearing his best clothes. He is so predictable. He won't say anything to her though. He will just stand there, feigning disinterest, like a love struck kid. Pathetic!
Eventually he will of course discover that she is a happily married lady. He will feel sorry for himself for a while. Will I ever find love again? Am I that ugly? What is it about me? That sort of thing. Then he'll do the whole, I'm happy as I am routine. Until the next time a likely looking female passes by.
I still love him though. The silly old fool!
The only good thing about the situation is, that tomorrow morning, he will have such a sense of purpose that he will forget to stop and talk to everyone we meet on the walk.
Lots of love from Sadie xx
PS. John has had an article published at Nature Center Magazine today. www.nc-mag.com I thought you might like to read it.