Took Bruno & Pip for a 5 mile walk around local forests & trails – found some new routes for future walks too.
Not a pleasant picture but I think it’s an interesting example of how people transfer the wrong behaviour. This is up in the forest, there are no bins and yet people still pick up dog poo in bags, Then, when they can’t find a bin they all dump it by a tree. This is unhelpful in three ways: it’s ugly, it adds plastic to the environment and the poo won’t break down because it’s inside a bag.
Picking your dog poo up in a bag is very good thing to do in the city. And people transfer that good, urban behaviour to a rural setting. Here it is inappropriate, because in a large forest what you should do is flick it to one side with a stick. This is now my metaphor for when people take an existing beneficial behaviour and apply it in a different context where it is not only not useful, but actually harmful. You can probably supply your own educational, historical or political example for when this happens.
Today wasn’t always easy, but these two made it better
After yesterday’s post I thought I’d get the dog thing out of my system and went to Cardiff dogs home today. Met this dog, Muffin, but didn’t come home with her.
I have shifted over my tropical fish tank to coldwater and bought a couple of fantails today. They’re nice and everything, but I’m missing my dog, and with Sandy gone, I’m seeing less of Pip too. I neeeeeed a dog!
A while ago I reported that Sandy had been unwell, but seemed to have pulled through. Well, she’s back to being unwell again, I fear we may be approaching the end. Here Pip sits on her for comfort.
Pip launches an attack on Sandy from the vantage point of a rock. Sneaky tactics.
Needed to do some thinking today so took dogs down to [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cold_Knap]Cold Knap[/url] in Barry. I arrived as something akin to a hurricane hit. Bracing is the term. The dogs didn’t enjoy it much either. But I got some thinking done.
Sandy and Pip playing over the fields. Dog playing can look more vicious than it is. Like wrestling.
You may think this is my dog, Pip, but it is in fact a stray. Someone brought it round to me thinking it was Pip. There was no collar on him, so I took him to the vets and they scanned for a chip. His owner was away and was being looked after by relatives and he’d escaped from the garden. I returned him to the grateful owners. I think Pip was quite keen for him to stay, whereas Sandy thought ‘not another one’. Anyway, good deed done.