No news on the RV front (or rear, either, for that matter)…waiting for another inspector..
On that note, me ’n da boyz went for our reg’lar Satiday mornin’ S&P, down the block ’n around….met a new neighbor just moving in, she was soooooo excited that she wuz gonna be living on such a unique block, in such an iconic village ’n so close to the shopping….not quite sure she should be so enthused about the shopping since most of what we got downtown is 2nd hand stores masquerading as ‘Antique Treasure Troves’….’n most of what they sell seems t’be what we at the Manse live with but I guess that’s what happens when you get old….
Ah well, comes to all of us that manage to remain on the green side of the sod….
Seems like I start out most days by calling up the Portsmouth Times on the old ‘puter to read the obits….gotta keep track of my friends ’n wondering about the day that I find my own name there…
Anyway, back to the S&P tour from which I wuz so easily diverted…lots of traffic ‘round the village this AM….turista’s searching for their own Holy Grail…surprising how many of ‘em carry little dogs with ‘em….’n they all seem to think that my two dogs ‘ud like nuthin’ more than to meet ’n greet with theirs….then, of course, I have to apologize when Rusty ’n Willy make that magic switch from affable, agreeable little tail-waggers to snarling, fang-showing monsters…..
’Course, I do try ’n tell people before they shove their little doggies into the abyss that develops in Willy’s mouth…they’re always shocked….or, at least, that seems t’be the most common reaction…I explain that dogs on leash tend to be very protective but I don’t think they believe me…
The other day, an older woman let her placid, well-behaved Austrailian Sheepdog off leash and wuz really surprised when he turned into a snarling wolf loose in the chicken coop that is our Plaza Park…..I’m not sure how many chickens he killed before she (’n the well-wihers that helped her) got him corralled ’n back on-leash…tsk, tsk….”Dogs will be dogs” I somewhat snarkly remarked as I passed by…..reminded me of the time that Buddy, the German shorthair that I wuz dogsitting for my daughter, got away ’n wiped out a small flock of the feral fowl that inhabit our neighborhood….well, German shorthairs are, after all is said ’n done, bird dogs….
“The cat will mew ’n dog will have his day.” Wm. Shakespeare
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