We were in a darkened room with tightly battened shutters. Three roof windows were cracked open ever so slightly for air and also allowed just the tiniest ribbon of light in, to paper the walls in haphazard, bright stripes. The room was hot but our alien/fan was doing its thing on a low table. My human stripped off her t-shirt.
Suddenly, a large, dazzling light accompanied by an explosion of sound burst forth from the corner of the room. My human was not alarmed by this and by now clad in a swimsuit top, proceeded to plonk herself onto a low chair, elevate her legs and sip a cup of tea. So despite my anxiety level I thought it best to plop on the floor nearby.
A pyramid of colours shot out in my direction. I recognised lots of reds and yellows but other more obscure shades were there in the background. Overall it was so dazzling I decided to close my eyes & snooze.
The sounds were very intrusive though. Lots of cheering, clapping & chanting, followed by tense silences and weird, whacking squawks. Excitement levels varied in the voices of the people who seemed to be describing the proceedings. I heard the word ‘England’ being mentioned. I opened one eye and saw mostly white on the box. Still not sure what it was all about, Missy & I decided to play mini-chase around the lush, cream floor rug. Well, that was nipped in the bud fairly quickly by one emphatic human command.
As I plodded towards the water bowl I noticed that the (now beige) rug had strands of glossy, black hair all over but my human was so engrossed in what now seemed to be balls in the air … I don’t think she noticed.
The box proceeded to explode once more in a hooping, hollering sound which died down more slowly than the previous time. There was a sense of excitement and anticipation in the voice tones of the speakers and shortly thereafter their delivery paused again. I definitely saw a ball from the corner of my eye. Then two feet. And a white line on the grass.
The phone rang and my human had a fleeting conversation. The words ‘World Cup’ and ‘penalties’ were mentioned before she returned her attention to the spectacle on view in the corner. That must be what this is about I decided.
Ages later, what sounded like extended applause, soon followed by music and a change in the body language of my human, indicated to me that whatever it was, it had come to an end.
‘Well’ says she…. that’s the end of the tennis for another day!’
Tennis? Something tells me there will be more of this tomorrow. I might have to get used to this tennis lark.
The song that somehow comes to mind today is ‘Patricia The Stripper’ by Chris de Burgh (…’Denis is a menace with his anyone for tennis and beseeching me’ … etc. etc) 🎶🐾
I am beside myself with excitement. I have made two new doggie pen-pals. They contacted me in the comments section of ibrufus.com. I think they live in Cork. That’s all I’ll say for the moment as I relish the thrill of it. Yippee!
Apologies for my lack of blog activity. It’s been a hectic & extended weekend here in dog-blog land. Hallie and I had an adventurous few days. She’s a great one for playing ‘chase’. Indoors or out, it makes no difference. We have some purple rugs on the floor that are brilliant for sliding on. The only way to fool her is when we are at the beach… I run into the water because I know she won’t follow me there (yet). I am getting so brave I now race in through the waves almost unknown to myself.
We had a few early starts (well, early for us I mean!). Seemingly it was to give us running freedom on an otherwise human-free beach. We even brought a breakfast picnic with us.
Now that the heatwave is in full fettle all the bays & strands are bog full of cars from mid morning. So inconvenient for us later in the day when the place is packed. 😂 Some people give off serious ‘not a dog-lover’ scents & vibes. I can sense them a mile off and if I wasn’t on the lead when they’re around I might be tempted to approach.
And Missy has returned to visit me as well. I feel so ‘wanted’ in my new home it’d almost bring a tear to the eye. Missy arrived a full day or more before Hallie left so it was doggie heaven here for over 24 hours.
As much as Hallie loves chasing, Missy equally adores stick fishing. We have the odd barney if I follow her too closely at stick-catching time but I mostly just leap around and splash. I’ve no interest in her oul clump of wood, truth be told.
I suppose I should mention that some humans visited also in the past few days. We had the one I call Sporty Spice who arrived with Hallie. Next arrived Bruce Springsteen (aka The Boss) who brought Missy. And thirdly we had Imelda May Not (the cousin who doesn’t help much about the place). She hadn’t even the decency to bring a dog for me to play with.
Next thing, well what do ye know…? Sporty & Imelda went off kayaking & left my exhausted human alone doing a big clean-up in the house. (She’s discovered that I shed a lot of my black, glossy, hairy coat …daily 🙀).
I realise it’s half a century old at this stage but I think ‘Hair’ the American Tribal Love Rock Musical would make appropriate listening today. G’wan…I dare ya!! Ah sure, have a beer in the sunshine while yer at it 🍻 🎼🐾
I delightedly leapt into the boot thinking we were heading for some water borne exercise. Shortly thereafter my sense of direction emitted a warning beacon and instantly my suspicions were aroused. This was no paddling outing. Before long the parking sensors on the 🚘 were beaming in sync with my anxiety levels. Beep/shriek, beep/shriek.
In contrast, there were soothing sounds from my human as she released me from my short traveling captivity. But, for once, her voice was not very reassuring for me. This, followed by the fact that I was being kept on a very short lead, had my internal alarm bells rapidly ascending in pitch.
We approached the small house. I had never been here before. Calm down, I thought…maybe this is just going to be another marvelous first-time experience in my new life. My initial instinct was to cock my leg at the front door but that was nipped in the bud by ‘yer wan’ (my human).
Perhaps I shouldn’t be so nervous, I decided. The tiny porch was a delightfully smelly place to me so I attempted to pause there momentarily. But I was quickly whisked through it on the tight rein, without so much as a chance to sniff properly.
Peering around my human’s leg I took in our surroundings. Scents of an exciting variety were relegated as a cacophony of sound assailed my ears. People talking, a phone ringing, machines beeping, dogs barking in a nearby room. What is going on here, I wondered? I observed a bowl of water sitting in a puddle on the tiled floor, some chairs, a few shelves, a desk, a couple of humans in uniform, a seated woman clutching something…… I pulled myself in her direction….. a cat in a cage!!!!
I tucked my tail between my legs and whined as my human spoke with one of the uniforms. I heard my name being mentioned, quickly followed by the words ‘surrender dog’ 🙀
I was now in a state of utter shock and couldn’t even listen to any more of their verbal interaction. 😾
My human was asked to ‘take a seat’ and to my surprise she just sat on a nearby chair. Thankfully, we were a fair distance diagonally from cat-lady and cage, albeit in quite a small space overall. I resolved to trust my human and go with the flow so I settled down at her feet.
Next thing all hell broke loose. A big man and two massively powerful looking dogs entered our domain. My eyes met the hugest one for an instant and he lunged in my direction, knocking over the bowl of water in the process. His companion then joined in but the floor was slippy so he skated around the place for a few moments-enough time for me to get behind my human’s legs and underneath her chair. I tell you it was scary. Luckily for me the big man was strong enough to hold onto the two of them.
The next arrival was a lovely, calm, gentle (female) Alsatian. Her scent was mind boggling. More importantly, she diverted the attention of the other two. Soon after that a small terrier became part of our little seated group. But why are we all here, I mulled?
Another new arrival at the desk (with a fussy little Pom) partially blocked my view of a man calling me by name. When we moved in his direction I saw that he was dressed in a similar bib & tucker to the uniform who had spoken with my human initially. This must be who she is going to surrender me too I decided sadly. We followed him down a short corridor (her quite eagerly, me very reluctantly) and into a strange looking room. After a chat between the pair of them the guy picked me up like a feather and plonked me unceremoniously on a high table. (Hold on there Bucko, I felt like saying …but I resisted. Maybe this is going to be my next new human. Will I ever find a forever home😿). He sure was taking a careful look at the merchandise. After feeling me all over, looking in my mouth, saying I have tartar on my teeth, gazing into my eyes with a light, putting cold drops on the skin at my neck, weighing me, he then did something unmentionable down at my tail.
I obviously didn’t pass the surrender-test because before I knew what was happening he was giving me back to my human and releasing both of us. Oh joy!!
Joy was short-lived. We were back in the place with the desk & chairs & dogs & cat-cage and queueing. I hoped it was merely to bid farewell to the uniforms but as we had to wait awhile I started to wonder if maybe she still had the intention of relinquishing me. Our turn came and I saw money changing hands. Not only is she abandoning me, she’s selling me! At that, the Bichon Frise being held in the arms of a young girl in the queue beside us vomited volumes of green bile down on top of me. As you can imagine I didn’t like that but the uniform behind the desk took one look down at me and must have decided not to purchase after all. She chose to set us free. Phew 😅
I didn’t delay in the porch on the way out. I bounded into the boot at speed when we reached the 🚘.
I sat with my back to my human for the whole evening to let her know what she had put me through. What kind of place was that? And it was only later when I realised the uniform had actually kept the money. The cheek! 👀
My music choice today just has to be ‘How much is that doggy in the window?’ The Lita Roza version🎼🐾
Wow! In all my 5 years of life, I’ve never noticed tar melting on the roads before this weekend. It looks dark & sticky, is viscous & gloopy to the paw- but oooh the scent is amazing. Sniffing tar is my new hobby. Here follow my hints of the day though … take a paw bypass if u spot the mini quagmire on time & do not put your nose too near it.
The fact that I am already black all over was a help as I perfected my sniffing technique. The gummy adherence was not immediately noticeable by my human so I could attempt some covert camouflage (I didn’t succeed – she noticed).
Sand surfing & wave hopping were two of my favourite new sensory experiences last week. Not a patch on tar sniffing let me tell u. Looking forward to seeing what new excitements there are in store for me this coming week.
Cant delay…off out to enjoy the sunshine. But a song called ‘Tar and Cement’ by Mullingar’s favourite son (Joe Dolan) comes to mind…. 🎶🎼🐾