Today is a nice day for a walk with our grandkids. We look out for dogs. Either fenced up or taking their owner for a walk. We give walking dogs a wide berth. We cross the road to get away from them. There is a reason we avoid other dogs walking their owners.
The reason we
are avoiding all these nasty badly behaved dogs is because we are taking our
dog for a walk. The other dogs all bark annoyingly. Our dog has a friendly bark.
The dogs we encounter all pollute randomly and often. Our dog eats, breathes
and functions like a normal well adjusted natural animal. The other dogs
randomly jump and run helter skelter playing joyous and gloriously drunk. Our dog playfully exercises.
We walk further
down our road. Every house and garden is different. Every fence is different. The
solid brick fences tempt and tease my grandkids. They say: Please walk upon me.
My grandkids obey. They jump up and walk upon the fence.
In the bushes I
spy a spider.
Grandfather: That’s
the second spider I’ve seen today.
Bruce: That’s
the first second spider I’ve seen today.
We arrive at
Cornelian Bay at the right time. Lunch time. Lunch includes coffee for us old
people and chips for the younger ones.
Speaking as one
of the older people I am happy with my coffee. Looking at the speed the chips
disappear the younger people are equally happy.
Kay: You know
when it’s the end of chips. I don’t want it to happen because it’s so yummy and
then it happens.
Kay: Could I
have more to eat?
Grandmother: You
lost your appetite and gained an elephant’s.
Kay: Yes I
could eat an elephant.
Grandfather: So
you had potato last night. And you want potato again for lunch.
Kay: Not
potato. I want chips.
Grandfather:
What are chips made from?
Kay: Potato.
Bruce: Why do
we eat lunch were all the seagulls are?
Grandfather: Maybe
the seagulls followed us. Followed our food.
Bruce: They are
birds.
Our dog is on a
lead. He barks at the seagulls. He strains his leash. He jumps and barks raucously
driving the seagulls away.
Our dog makes
so much noise all Hobart is aware of him. A man and dog approach our dog. The
man bends down and pats our dog. He rubs the stomach of our dog. Our dog
immediately quietens and calms. The two dogs cuddle and nuzzle each other. The
two dogs embrace, hug and lie together. They become best friends for ever.
The dog
whisperer stands and looks around. Happy and proud of the dogs. It is time for
us humans to come together and be as united as our dogs.
Grandfather says to the
dog whisperer: Can I get you a cup of coffee?
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