Progress?

We went down onto Swansea Bay for our walk today for a change - and George didn't eat a dead dogfish! I'm hoping he's remembered the dead starfish he ate at Pwll Du yesterday, and the womiting of his dinner that followed. It would be nice to think he'd learned a lesson but as his memory span is only slightly longer than that of a goldfish I'm not crossing anything. I get his lead, open the door and say, 'walkies,' and he sits and looks at me as if what I'm saying is a totally alien concept to him. 'Tell me again: what does "walkies" mean?'

And we found a mermaid's purse. There was one on Pwll Du yesterday too. There must be a lot of careless mermaids around. Or maybe they're all menopausal. 'Now where did I put my purse? It was here a minute ago.'
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