I have added lots of photos to this post in the hopes you will be distracted from the words!
So there I was, on the beach, throwing the ball into the sea for Dusty. It’s his favourite game. He loves being in the water. If the tide is out, he finds a rock pool to jump in.
These photos were taken today. Dusty's not in the second one, but I wanted a photo of those pretty clouds. The tide was out. On the day in question, the tide was in. Well in.
I threw the ball into deeper water – I like to give him a bit of a challenge. In he went and dived right under. He came up, didn’t see the ball bobbing about behind him and went under again. And he stayed under. For ages. Occasionally I’d see the hair on his back just below the surface.
Well what would you have done? I threw his lead on the sand and ran in – by which time he’d surfaced, grabbed the ball and was on his way back.
He gave me such a look as he swam past me. You stupid woman! If you've got my treat biscuits all wet - grrrh!
So I went home with soggy clothes and water-logged trainers feeling very stupid.
My foray into Ditzdom doesn’t end there. I got home, showered and changed and then I got a call from my son in law. My granddaughter had left her glasses at home – hanging up where they hang the keys - and needed them at school.
So I went round and looked for the glasses on the shelf below the keys and on the top of the little pegs where the keys hang.
I searched the house. Looked again at the key pegs. Searched the house again. I even looked in her bed for them! I must have looked at those key pegs a dozen times as I rushed past. I checked the shoe store under the key pegs in case they had fallen in there.
In the end, I went outside and phoned him to say I couldn’t find them anywhere. “I could have sworn I saw them HANGING up with the keys this morning,” he says. Hanging! I’d heard him say that the first time, but somehow it hadn’t registered in what I laughingly call my brain.
So I went back in and as soon as I walked in the door I saw them hanging from a peg, bold as brass, laughing at me. You stupid woman, they said. They laughed at me all the way up the road to the school and I swear they were still laughing after I’d handed them to the school secretary.
Anyway enough of that…
Dusty met the newest member of the family on Sunday – my daughter’s kitten, Tess. He was so good with her. My camera battery died just after I took this or there would have been more when she came out from under the table and rubbed noses with him.
And he’s been going for walks with my daughter’s younger dog, Poppy. Look at those smiles. He adores her!
But Harley is still his best mate. And he still likes to perch on her cat climbing tower even though he is much too big.