We saw a blue tit on our morning walk today. When I say saw, I nearly trod on it! A baby chick had fallen out of its nest, but was still alive. Tommy sniffed and was very curious about this ‘thing’ that didn’t immediately bolt when he came near – more because it couldn’t rather than not wanting to I feel. Unsure of the protocol about blue tit chicks fallen out of their nest, I carried on my way.
On the way back through the grave yard we passed the chick again. It had died. Tommy still wanted to sniff, which I let him. He looked at me with his tail doing a half wag. I’m not sure what that meant, but I picked up the dead chick and moved it off the path onto the grass near some graves. We carried on the way home.
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
That's just great!
Tommy and I had been out for around 3/4 of an hour the other evening before we headed back. We walked down the alley and Tommy finally decided it was time to squat. Right at our neighbours gate. Not to one side, not for this dog. Right in the middle. That's just great I thought to myself and rolled my eyes. As I did, a man started walking up the alley. Yes, you've guessed it. My neighbour! 'Oh I'm so sorry, I've got my bag to clean up with'. 'That's ok' said the man not half as grumpy as I would have been if I'd caught a dog crapping on my path and having to STEP OVER the afore mentioned dog to get to my front door...oh the shame...
Thursday, January 20, 2011
More Nudes in Colour, Southend
I kid you not!
Whilst walking Tommy Monday morning I was confronted by these pieces of art. It did make me smile. I wonder how long before they are covered in graffiti? It’s nice to know other people have as much mis-placed faith in the area as me.
They will be there until April, which means I get a smile not only from walking Tommy every morning, but from looking at bums too!
Whilst walking Tommy Monday morning I was confronted by these pieces of art. It did make me smile. I wonder how long before they are covered in graffiti? It’s nice to know other people have as much mis-placed faith in the area as me.
They will be there until April, which means I get a smile not only from walking Tommy every morning, but from looking at bums too!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Dog poo
'Excuse me' called the (suspected) drug dealer from his window 'can you not let your dog poo there'.
'Don't judge others by your low standards, just because you don't pick up your dogs poo and if you didn't have a smelly carpet halfway across the pavement that the bin men haven't collected for the last month because they don't collect carpets he wouldn't even be sniffing here anyway! And why are you looking out of your window at 1:30am on a Saturday morning, waiting for another customer' I thought...
'He's just sniffing and I pick it up anyway' I repiled...
'Don't judge others by your low standards, just because you don't pick up your dogs poo and if you didn't have a smelly carpet halfway across the pavement that the bin men haven't collected for the last month because they don't collect carpets he wouldn't even be sniffing here anyway! And why are you looking out of your window at 1:30am on a Saturday morning, waiting for another customer' I thought...
'He's just sniffing and I pick it up anyway' I repiled...
Monday, November 22, 2010
Rain does not stop play
As our boiler is now very spasmodic in its working (thanks b/f) I decided to take Tommy out on a long one last Thursday evening. There was no point staying in, as it was as cold in the house as it was out. It was only slightly raining, but nowhere near enough to keep me in.
I had been meaning to go down the seafront to have a look at how ‘City Beach’ is developing – I saw some pictures in the paper about the Lighting masts and I wanted to see how they have changed the feel of the seafront. So that’s where we went.
Five minutes into the walk and the rain started to get heavier. The wind also decided to show its colours and was thrashing the rain into my face. Tommy was still very much nose to the ground, more smells, maybe food and I’m out the house – hurrah!
We got to the seafront and the rain got heavier. I moved up a gear and Tommy didn’t seem to mind the faster pace. The masts weren’t obvious to see, with my hood up, face down against the rain with a bit of a march on. The pavement seemed to be more broken and cut up the further we walked (all I could see with my head down!), which was a bit depressing… and then I came to a barrier. And then I saw my first Lighting mast. They are big. Very big. And if the ‘Better Southend’ web site is to be believed will definitely be ‘a centrepiece of the project, helping to extend the day into the evening’. How long till they are vandalised is another question. And how I had walked past two of them makes me believe that they will not stand out too much against the rest of the seafront.
We crossed the road and carried on past the arcades. Tommy constantly sniffing for a dropped chip, or if hes lucky, a bit of saveloy. The seafront was pretty much deserted, but Tommy still enjoyed nosing through the windows at the arcades. The noises coming from them, as well as the lights, bring out his curious side.
The rain started to ease off as we carried on up Pier Hill. Tommy looked completely surprised when we came to the Royals. He looked at me as if to say ‘we’re here! But this is morning walk. Can we go straight home…I’m very wet’. No Tommy. We’re off up the High Street as I need to get milk. Past the Royals and we were just about to turn off when Tommy spotted a balloon. I was going to tell him to leave it so we could carry on but then I thought, the rain has almost stopped. Why not play! I picked the balloon up and for about 10 minutes, Tommy and I were playing with the balloon, in the high street, outside Costa. A few of the customers were looking out very amused, especially when the rain started to come down harder again. Rain did not stop play. The balloon must have been made from some super strength rubber because even with Tommy trying to kill it, me picking it up (and maybe squeezing it a little too hard), being bounced off benches and posts, the thing didn’t burst. Most of the people walking past looked at me like I was mad, some of them smiled, a couple even kicked the balloon back towards the center of the High Street. Still it would not burst and the rain continued to come down.
It was at least another 15 minutes before the balloon burst. I had to pick it up to move it away from the road. When I put it down, it burst. A couple of the people in Costa looked sad that the balloon had gone. It must have broke their day up seeing a happy JRT, playing with a balloon in the rain, in the High Street. It certainly cheered my day up!
I had been meaning to go down the seafront to have a look at how ‘City Beach’ is developing – I saw some pictures in the paper about the Lighting masts and I wanted to see how they have changed the feel of the seafront. So that’s where we went.
Five minutes into the walk and the rain started to get heavier. The wind also decided to show its colours and was thrashing the rain into my face. Tommy was still very much nose to the ground, more smells, maybe food and I’m out the house – hurrah!
We got to the seafront and the rain got heavier. I moved up a gear and Tommy didn’t seem to mind the faster pace. The masts weren’t obvious to see, with my hood up, face down against the rain with a bit of a march on. The pavement seemed to be more broken and cut up the further we walked (all I could see with my head down!), which was a bit depressing… and then I came to a barrier. And then I saw my first Lighting mast. They are big. Very big. And if the ‘Better Southend’ web site is to be believed will definitely be ‘a centrepiece of the project, helping to extend the day into the evening’. How long till they are vandalised is another question. And how I had walked past two of them makes me believe that they will not stand out too much against the rest of the seafront.
We crossed the road and carried on past the arcades. Tommy constantly sniffing for a dropped chip, or if hes lucky, a bit of saveloy. The seafront was pretty much deserted, but Tommy still enjoyed nosing through the windows at the arcades. The noises coming from them, as well as the lights, bring out his curious side.
The rain started to ease off as we carried on up Pier Hill. Tommy looked completely surprised when we came to the Royals. He looked at me as if to say ‘we’re here! But this is morning walk. Can we go straight home…I’m very wet’. No Tommy. We’re off up the High Street as I need to get milk. Past the Royals and we were just about to turn off when Tommy spotted a balloon. I was going to tell him to leave it so we could carry on but then I thought, the rain has almost stopped. Why not play! I picked the balloon up and for about 10 minutes, Tommy and I were playing with the balloon, in the high street, outside Costa. A few of the customers were looking out very amused, especially when the rain started to come down harder again. Rain did not stop play. The balloon must have been made from some super strength rubber because even with Tommy trying to kill it, me picking it up (and maybe squeezing it a little too hard), being bounced off benches and posts, the thing didn’t burst. Most of the people walking past looked at me like I was mad, some of them smiled, a couple even kicked the balloon back towards the center of the High Street. Still it would not burst and the rain continued to come down.
It was at least another 15 minutes before the balloon burst. I had to pick it up to move it away from the road. When I put it down, it burst. A couple of the people in Costa looked sad that the balloon had gone. It must have broke their day up seeing a happy JRT, playing with a balloon in the rain, in the High Street. It certainly cheered my day up!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
New Walks
Tommy and I have finally sorted our morning walk. It took a while after the easiness of the graves, but now we have found (and appreciate) our morning walk. His 'off lead' time has diminished, but the walk itself is about 10 minutes longer.
We go down the dual carriageway, where Tommy sniffs, wees and poos. We then go through the graveyard and along to Royal Terrace. This is right in the heart of Southend, we see the Pier and the river every morning. He will go off lead here most mornings, as long as there is no rough sleepers or someone taking in the morning air (for some reason he's so suspicious of people sitting on benches). He often sees squirrels or foxes to chase. Then there is the random fish pond for me to look into. I just find it a bit wierd that there is a fish pond in this part of Southend. The pond often has old beer cans, chip wrappers and condoms floating in it, but the fish seem to survive.
We then go up the stairs, back towards the High Street. Tommy goes back on lead here, but to make the walk back home more interesting, we play catch with the tennis ball (this also stops him sniffing so much!). Five minuutes from home, I let him keep the tennis ball which he carries quite happily all the way back.
I love this area of Southend - I fall in love with it again every morning.
We go down the dual carriageway, where Tommy sniffs, wees and poos. We then go through the graveyard and along to Royal Terrace. This is right in the heart of Southend, we see the Pier and the river every morning. He will go off lead here most mornings, as long as there is no rough sleepers or someone taking in the morning air (for some reason he's so suspicious of people sitting on benches). He often sees squirrels or foxes to chase. Then there is the random fish pond for me to look into. I just find it a bit wierd that there is a fish pond in this part of Southend. The pond often has old beer cans, chip wrappers and condoms floating in it, but the fish seem to survive.
We then go up the stairs, back towards the High Street. Tommy goes back on lead here, but to make the walk back home more interesting, we play catch with the tennis ball (this also stops him sniffing so much!). Five minuutes from home, I let him keep the tennis ball which he carries quite happily all the way back.
I love this area of Southend - I fall in love with it again every morning.
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