“Mum! Mu-u-u-um! Mum, come here!”
She runs up the stairs imagining injury, blood, broken bones.
He’s sitting on the rug in his room, red-cheeked, tearful.
There’s a new graze on his left knee, but nothing to warrant the race to A&E she’s anticipated.
“What is it? What’s the matter?” Continue reading
I posted this a while ago Elsewhere, and now I want to do an update here. Unfortunately, Elsewhere doesn’t like ‘advertising’ or I could have just posted a link. So, apologies if you’ve read this before. Just scroll down.
I saw Robbie Williams this morning.
He was going for a walk. I smiled at him but he didn’t see me. I was on the bus.
I see him quite a lot. If I meet him on the street he’s very friendly.
He’s still quite stocky though he goes for several walks a day. But it doesn’t seem to worry him. He has a lovely coat. It’s a sort of soft champagne colour.
Unusual for a Westie.
I still haven’t understood quite how he got his name, but he’s a minor celebrity in North Lambeth.
Robbie’s owner is a lady who I’m guessing has had her Freedom Pass for several years. Still, she walks him four times a day.
It turns out he’s not a Westie, but a very chunky Cairn Terrier. Usually they are on the lighter side. Robbie is solid. And an Arsenal supporter.
I’m not convinced he’d recognise one of the Gunners if he crossed them in the street, but that doesn’t stop him having an Arsenal lead, bowl and piggy bank. All courtesy of his owner’s son.
In these recessionary times, a dog that has a savings plan is a role model for other, less prudent, animals and a pet many owners would like to have.