Wednesday, September 21, 2011

I'm da man!

After days of rain it was wonderful to walk from Brandy Cove to Pwll Du this morning. So good I had to frolic.
Halfway along the path George hissed, 'Psst, stop skipping!'
'I'm not skipping; I'm galloping.'
'Whatever, just stop. There's someone coming.'
'Is he skipping?'
'Everyone should be skipping on a day like this.'
'You might think that,' George said, with the you definitely in italics, 'but not everyone is like you.'
'Did you say thank goodness then? Under your breath?'
He shrugged.
'This is fine talk from a dog who eats horse poo and is scared of bendy gates.'
'What's that got to do with anything?'
'Um ...' My mouth struggled to come up with some words. George waited then raised his eyebrows in that way he does and we carried on our walk, both convinced that we'd won the argument. (Although secretly I think George came out better.)
We had the beach to ourselves. George was especially pleased as it meant no-one was there to see me do my 'Who's the man? I'm the man' song and dance after I'd successfully leapt onto a log in the middle of the stream and safely onto the other side.

It was a lovely walk.


Rose said...

I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who has conversations with my dog:) Perhaps it's because she's the only one I know who will really listen to everything I have to say:)

Suburbia said...

That's so lovely. I wish I could come out on walks with you and George.

Looks a beautiful place.

(I am just trying to catch up with your news and find out about Husband.

Hugs to you x