OD's Dog

Janie. Rescue greyhound owned by 2 of Dad's 2CV mates. Allegedly a nightmare to let off the lead. She needs a quarter mile of obstacle-free open space before you can let her off the lead as she takes off like a rocket and only slows to draw breath and look round to see where her owners are after a quarter mile. If you let her off near a fence she will try to clear it without slowing; likewise trees, bushes, people, dogs etc; basically anything other than flat grass or dirt. Voosh!

I am in the dog 'ouse again.

Text from Mum to Dad at about half eight this morning

"Internet shopping delivery, shower, dog walk. Tired before I start!"

closely followed by

"..and OD's dog found the biggest pile of fox poo in the Rec and rolled in it!"

Dad (frantically thinking "who is OD?") texts back "Who is OD?"

Mum : "Your bloomin' colleague, Old-Dad, who bred this demon!"

Now it's all clear "OD's dog" is me, but Mum has dis-owned me and OD is getting the blame. New Dad has a brilliant laugh about this at work with his chums (and OD), and Mum does her best to fit in a dog-wash between all the other stuff and having to leave for work. Dis-owned I am.

Mum and Dad were fascinated by the stats coming off the site meter on my blog. We have been read in Malaysia, in Turkey, in New Zealand, Chile and in 30-odd other countries. Some people come on for 10 minutes or more and presumably have a good old read. You are all most welcome, and we are all excited to think that a tiny dog can "travel the globe" in this way. Please feel free to comment if you want - let us know how we're being received.

Look after yourself

Deefer