Sunday, 6 June 2010
Out round the streets and back lanes a number of times, with the dog, beloved of Scooter, alongside. Scooter may run away from me, but he always greets the dog with a friendly head bump.
Eventually my lips go numb from calling "Scooooooter!" followed by "Pssswwwssswsssssss". And listening for cries of distress is so hard - Sunday morning traffic is heavy, if distant, and the birds are loud too, but then - what's that? A little cry? Call again. Another little cry.
And then I notice that Lottie is following us.
Me: "Scoooooter! Pssswwwssswsssss!"
Next is knocking on neighbours' doors to ask them to look in their yards and sheds for a big fat dimwit who is giving his human an enormous amount of anxiety. Lottie, you stay here and mind the shop.
Posted by rachel at 11:21