In reply to A newbie all over again! by Annec
In reply to A newbie all over again! by Annec
Hilarious Nielo. I feel your pain. Daft mogs.
M
In reply to A newbie all over again! by Annec
Loved your story Neilo, its strange but the same thing happened to us last week. No dogs to take for a walk but our two Italian cats joined us for a circular 30min tour. (the English ones sensibly stayed at home). Tiny dog sent them both up a tree, I saw off tiny dog whilst R tried to herd the cats home, for some reason it seemed better to do this over our neighbours muddy field, and we waved cheerfully as we passed, taking half the field with us.
We now try to sneak out when we go for a walk, or else we get followed, the cats are more like dogs, and love a walk. Wish they liked gardening too!
A
A leetttle bit scared of dogs
Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Sun, 01/27/2008 - 07:36In reply to A newbie all over again! by Annec
I neither own dog nor cat here in Italy, but on my daily walks I pass many a farm, house or barn and after the initial bark, bark, bark, I’m a dog thing they all do, I say ciao and ciao and ciao (see how good I am at Italian)…Anyway after that they follow me nearly all the way home, with me giving it “A la couch” (anglicised version) meaning “go to your bed” in dialect of course, or Via, or go away…No, they don’t, they follow like I’m the pied piper of Hamlyn…I get grim looks from other people on the road as they think I own several uncontrollable dogs and it doesn’t bode well for an English girl abroad and does nothing for my Bella figura…And you know what?. I’m a little afraid of dogs….
Sprat
Ah, I know this feeling well and if you find a source please pass on the details.
For example I needed one yesterday. I decided to take the dogs for a walk, it being a beautiful sunny day. Now if I walk through the olive grove I need to change into my wellies, I decide this is too much trouble and opt for walking up the road to a place where I can safely let them off the lead.
Find the leads then realise I’ve taken off one of the collars, when grooming my really old dog (who should by all rights be long dead but in fact just smells as if she is) After a hunt I find the collar and we are off into the sunshine.
Old dog stops for a c**p on the drive but I manage to persuade her hang on for a while (I have forgotten the poo bag) she manages to hold out until right in the middle of next doors drive!
I have both dogs on extending leads, one, young and fit, rushes on ahead while old dog stops frequently to try and squeeze a bit more out. I end up in the middle doing my impression of the crucifixion with arms outstretched.
At this point the cats have decided to join us. I should say that one is so incredibly stupid we have renamed him brain cell and I'm sure the noise he makes is this lonely brain cell rattling about in his skull and not a purr at all.
I carry on up the hill like the pied piper and we reach the ridge at the top where it is safe to let the dogs off the lead to walk along a disused track. At this point we meet Lilly, a neighbours dog who is about the size of a hamster. She barks and the cats disappear up an oak tree. ‘Never mind’ I think, they will come down once she is gone.
We complete the walk after young dog has found a small rivulet of mud to walk in and old dog has had a good roll in some muck, which actually improves her overall odour.
The dogs then proceed to sporco up the house with the mud, leaves and general filth they have collected on the walk and I go out plus bag to retrieve offending material from next doors drive.
I then have to sweep the floors before collapsing exhausted with a cuppa.
Evening comes; no cats appear for their tea. Morning comes no cats appear for their breakfast.
I walk up the hill again, calling them and find them still up the oak tree waiting for me. They come down eventually and follow me home.
Such a simple idea, but in the end a marathon task. A bit like just asking a builder to do something simple.....?