"Poor Haggis", says Mum, "Sexually harrassed before 9 o'clock!". We were out (Mum tells Dad) for our morning walk on the Rec and Haggis, mid walk climbed onto Megan for his daily, morning, half way round the Rec, half hearted "loving" (a few pathetic pelvic thrusts and a slide sideways off; Meggie either stands there and wonders why the earth is not moving like it did when they were young (Ahhhhh I reeeememmmberrrr eet welll...), or she gets the 'ump and gruffs at Haggis to speed his dismount. Either way it is not the stuff of steamy hot passion....
Anyway (goes on Mum), I happened to be right there and immediately snuck my snout under H's "bits" and gave him a slurpy lick. H looked horrified and stunned, and backed off, but suddenly I was reversing towards him, tail sideways, and sticking my "Lady garden" in his face. The poor boy was totally non-plussed and ran off to hide behind Mum's legs. I am not on Season (blimey - it is only 3 months since the last one!) so I'm not sure why this happened, but Mum is now calling me a tart and a floozy. When someone explains these terms I will let you know!
Nice walk tonight, though, with Dad, all round the boat yard, up through town (preparations for the weekend's Hop Festival are a-foot), and back across the Rec where we met a lovely Golden long-haired retriever. Dad says this was his dog of choice before he ever had dogs. He always dreamed of owning a Goldie and still thinks they're gorgeous, if only we had a utility room to bring the muddy wet version home to. Our back door opens into the dining room - not good for a dog to shake him/her self dry in just back from a walk.
So, when Mum and Dad were first living here and joined a pub quiz team (Shepherd Neame league!), and got to know a real old Scotsman, salty sea-dog merchant navyman, Joe Cosgrove, they fell in love with his aged Westie "Gertie" (he said it Gerrrrrrtie with a rich rolling Scottish "R") and the rest is history. Sadly, old Joe is no longer with us (and we have lost contact with Gertie, if she is, indeed, still alive), but Mum and Dad often think of him, especially when they meet Goldies and think about the change of direction
Have a great weekend
Deefs
