We have been away for a few days. Thank you for every welcome comment. I will be catching up with you as soon as I can.
We had the opportunity to walk around Williamsburg (in Virginia). This town is one of my all-time favorite places. One of the many reasons I enjoy it, is that it is definitely a 'dog' town. I have never had any cause for concern as they all seem to be much loved, beautifully behaved and well taken care of in every aspect.
"Everything I know, I learned from dogs."
The expression on this little one's face gave me such a chuckle. It was if Sweetie was saying...
There were those riding in comfort. At this point in our walk I was thinking of asking if I could share his space!
One of my favorite childhood memories is when Dad used to be picked up by his K-9 colleagues. These dogs, Alsatians as we always knew them, were police dogs. They would sit patiently waiting while their handlers drank a cup of tea given by my Mum, with a meal ready for them when needed, and she never forgot a treat and a sip of tea in a bowl for their dogs. We were young enough to hang around their necks and play with them. Those dogs were very, very patient and as far as I could tell, enjoyed the attention we gave them. We used to watch those same dogs on annual sports day in our town. A volunteer would run across the field in a thick, padded suit, firing a fake pistol at the brave dogs. The sound was loud enough to clap our hands over our ears. In our childlike mind we did not see its serious side. It was all very exciting as we watched 'our' dogs charging after the padded man, as they jumped and grabbed the wrist holding the fake gun. Padded man toppled over and dog would win the day. Much applause from all of us and on their very next visit to our house, those same dogs would get an extra hug, told how very brave and good boys they were, while we gave them an extra treat and Mum would fill their bowl with a few sips of luke-warm tea, in their very own bowl. And of course a cup of tea and a sandwich for their handlers, friends of my Dad. We used to have great conversations with those dogs. I love these memories and they get sweeter as the years go by.
"Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen."