Dog Day Afternoon

the grass had been cut and the frigo was in the process of defrosting, we hadint taken any alcohol the night before so we were in tip top shape to walk the two bitch faces the five miles into town.  it was my idea and i didint know how this episode would develop, would bonnie manage to escape from her new green harness and get knocked down as she raced across the busy thoroughfares of the black pool?  would delaney howl incessantly at perceived threats from smaller fox looking dawgs?  would moo moo manage to last the distance? only nogodd knew.

we left at nine on our summer adventure into the unknown.

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. . . and the walk took us underneath modern concrete bridges bridging the dothra


. . . past halting sites with funny remarks graffitied on peach coloured walls


. . . and down narrow green countried urban lanes


. . . toward emptying suburban villages on the outskirts of the city.


and when we got tired . . . we bought cardboard cups filled with coffee togo in dog friendly kaffs


. . . and when we were thirsty we drank beer for breakfast outside large industrial food enterprises where delaney just . . . just . . . just thought about why we would drink beer so early onna grey Wednesday morning? and we knew there was no point in explaining to the dawg that thatz how we roll on our holidays


but! we would eat baby, chez max who weed meet on Castle Street, and possibly take a bottle of madiran with . . . anda cheese and meat platter and yewed have none dog, ’cause . . . well yurra dog.

and we did, although i just couldint indjoy itt as i was nervous that the two ones would get the smell of meaty goodness and manage to take of their harnesses and harass the tourists, and awl i could see were flying tables and weeping men with their crying wives, although thankfully none of those premonitions occurred and instead i suffered a stomach of indigestion washed with wedd wine.

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Our adventure was a success, and one weel take again in the near future and it took our mind of the death of poor She Ra, Princess of Power who was put down early Saturday morning as she was not improving and was miserable.

As for the present? we have two tired august gurls asleep in the dynasty room


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4 Responses to Dog Day Afternoon

  1. Looks a lovely day entirely! Sorry about She Ra. I could totally point you in the direction of a He Man waiting for a forever home if you are feeling like you missed out!

    • rjmackin says:

      Thanks! Very tempted. Though it felt like we were meant to have she-ra. We’re gonna need some time to adjust to the idea of getting a different kitty! Plus they would need to be able to stand up to Delaney and Bonnie!

      • I have a good friend who has two cats rescued off the streets by herself, and she now uses them as ‘kitty boot camp’ for HUG greyhounds that need to be homed with cats. It surely can be done! My old Bengal loves big dogs, being used to them his whole life, but he’s never met a dog smaller than 30kilos!

      • rjmackin says:

        Good to know. Himself is very keen to get a cat but we’re just not sure how the dogs would take to them. Definitely want a rescue cat if we are getting one.

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