It's been warm enough for shirt sleeves on our pre-breakfast walk. This morning a definite change. Clouds in the sky and a chill hint of winter in the air. Bob is up and about early. He's frustrated that his master is rummaging in the back of the car looking for a jacket. Sophie takes a little longer to surface. She's been sleeping on her right side and emerges with a fashionably lopsided look.
Bourbon makes an unexpected appearance in the aisles of the little supermarket. A Mint Julep , the advertising informs us, is the ancestor of the Mojito and an emblematic drink of the United States. What the local farmers will make of 'Bourbon Week' remains to be seen.
In the glazed lobby of the shopping centre we come across this little fellow.
Distraught at being left alone while his mistress shops he slumps ever lower. Polished stone floors do nothing for canine equilibrium. To show his unhappiness he howls. Not a Wolf like howl but a quiet blowing out of air. A noise not unlike Hannibal Lecter in Silence of the Lambs. This is at once both sad and highly amusing in the way that only dogs can be.
There are two sorts of people. Those who stop and chat to the dog and those who rush by oblivious. An unscientific observation would point to a 40-60 split.
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For sure I would have stopped to chat. How could anyone resist?
Bertie thinks he might be a relative.
Cheers, Gail.
Of course we'd stop to chat too, poor little chap. Sophie could teach him a thing or two about howling !
Well, we could have stopped to have a quiet word. Oh, and Sophie, we know all about wonky beards here, don't let it bother you.
Does a 'stop to chat' help the poor dog or will it be even more upsetting while waiting for Mum or Dad?
I'd put that at 40-60 as well.
Mind you dog-nappers might be about.......
Lesley
Oh so cute! I would be in the chatting split as well
What a cutie, I don't think I'd risk leaving him all alone like that though, (right beside the doors and all). I would be afraid that someone would take him while I shopped.
He's adorable; I'd have stopped and stayed with him until the owner returned, lol! Ah, the Mint Julep - being from the South (Louisiana and now South Carolina), it is my favorite summer cocktail. We grow tons of mint and make them all the time. The first Julep of the summer, on the first truly warm day, is looked forward to all year :) For a real treat, watch an old school New Orleans bartender make one while quoting a lovely soliloquy about the drink... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJV-O1e10z8
What a sweet pup!
We think he could be a relative too. So we're glad you were among those who stopped for a chat!!!
I definitely would have stopped for a wee chat. After all, I'd rather talk to my animals than humans most days! The only mint julep I have ever had was at a tour through a plantation just outside of New Orleans called Oak Alley. We had a virgin one as my son was underage at the time. Then a tent caterpillar fell into the cup and that was the end of that. Shame. I am sure they are delicious.
Love Oak Alley! Hope you saw some other plantations along River Road - like Nottoway - too...
I don't want to know people who can ignore a dog or cat! Even at my busiest I can pass some love to any animal. Love the daily journal of your days with Bob and Sofie.xxoo
What about the person who would stop and sit beside the little chap till his owner returns? That would be me, naturally.
I think a group of people sitting around the little fellow would be in order! When the black hearted owner returned, a "loving" intervention from each member in the group could take place. Not until each person in the group spoke for the dejected animal, who could not speak for himself, would the little fellow be returned to the owner!
I'll brush up my French and join in !
Oh! Oh! I just realized we have already purchased our Woodford Reserve for our Third Annual Fruit Cake Making Party! We use it on the cakes for a month after they are baked. Everyone attending the party has a part in making the cakes. Then they rest for a month and slowly drink ( the cakes, not the people). We divide the cakes among those who helped bake them! Each year new people, we do not know, find assignments that the fruit cakes need, so they can come to the party. We now have strange people who know where every thing is in our house! Fun times.
A 40%er.
Sophie would pull down the pillar the wee fellow was tied to !
Dog napping is sadly a big business here.
Another 40%er.
Me too. Although anyone trying to get close to Sophie would need to be wearing body armour.
Would the angelic trio join you in a 'quiet' word ?
The thing I miss most about the south are Bourbon Balls - or are they only a Georgia thing ? They don't exist in EWurope - something to do with ship[ping alcohol and chocolate across international boundaries !
By the time we left he'd slumped flat out but was still doing his Silence of the Lambs thing.
Yes, definitely a cousin.
That would put you off a drink.
Guess that definitely makes you part of the 40%
Quite right.
The local farmers here might just have heard of Jack Daniels.
We make rum balls - same concept, I assume, lol! Will have to try with bourbon :)
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