We were leaving my motherās apartment block last night, street was rather dark. My husband was holding the lead, and Snowie did his usual sniff along the pavement. My husband said, āMake a wee,ā which Snowie did of course. And of course my husband said the usual, in a very praising voice: āExcellent! Very good!ā And then, through the dark, he happened to notice a guy sitting on his motorbike close by who could not contain himself. Praising a dog for weeing? Such exuberant praising? He took off his full-face helmet to reveal a face creased in laughter, mouth stretched wide in a grin. We all had a really good laugh. All the way to the car. And all the way home.
Talking to our dogs! What we must only sound like to others!!
Talking to our dogs! What we must only sound like to others!!


Usually we near the end of the walk , I`m known to say ` Come on loves , back to the car, home and a cup of tea with a slice of cake , now who would like a piece of cake ? ` Daft old bat that I am 

