Sometimes little things make me smile: a still puddle reflecting the sky, mist creeping up the river, ships' masts ringing in the wind. And dogs. I love dogs, not quite as much as I love cats, cats are my passion, but dogs have my affection.
Our family dog is a Whippet crossed with a Staffordshire Terrier, and is the silliest dog, once she starts running, she just keeps on going. Usually to our horror, as she disappears out of sight. Several times I've had an asthma attack chasing her up the road, or along the beach as she merrily streaks off into a blur of brindled fur. But we love her, and she is desperate to be loved by anyone she meets.
Her one fault though has to be jealousy. she is terribly jealous of my cat, to the extent that if I'm at home, and my cat is sitting on my knee, Molly will sidle up and nudge Lily off my knee, and then climb up herself. There is a big difference between a dainty tortoiseshell and white cat, and a hefty brindled dog who is never short of a meal or three.
Molly also owns a coat, and a t shirt, and a jumper, none of which I am guilty of buying for her. but she does look very appealing in them. Especially her coat; it's a little too long, so hangs off her slightly, leaving her little legs running along out from underneath. A dog in a coat passed me down by the Falmouth hotel yesterday and grinned at me as it went past. I grinned back.
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