Firework Night with a fish supper.
I was looking forward to a dog walk as I am just beginning to get really busy again and wanted to just chill and let things settle in my mind. I have already just made a stupid timetable/availability mistake. Something I described as an administrative error in an apologetic email.
But; it is firework night and Cosmo gets what you might describe as ‘excited’.
So I let Cos off the lead and he legs it at full power across the grass towards the sea. Barking. Just barking at bangs, wooshes, bursts, frazzle sounds, glitter, coloured lights and popping noises.
Total full on, out and out wreckless barking at the top of his voice. He got that off his chest as it were and we settled into the walk.
Next thing I know he’s nowhere to be seen and I’m calling him, whistling and that.
The tide is out and he’s down on the beach amongst the groins. I know whats going on and walk towards him. Illuminated by the moon light there is a dozen or more glowing white underbellies of these kind little shark/dog fish all washed up on the beach and I’m treading on them as I realise what they are.
So now I can smell Cosmo at 5-6 paces and I’m marching home with the hump. Then we meet a Wrottwieler on heat and now we are home he’s barking again.
He smells too bad to get close to him in his distress.
