BP
Life has been fairly hectic for the last while.
When I say hectic, I mean that chaos has been reigning like a deluge.
I managed however to get out yesterday for a few items that were running a tad short.
So I filled up with petrol [first time this year] and dog food. Then back to the village where I had a few shops to visit. Naturally Penny came with me and we happily mooched along stopping at every fucking lamppost, litter bin, drainpipe, letterbox and any other spot where a dog might have a piss, so that Penny could stick her nose in it.
My normal procedure is to keep Penny on a lead in the village. It’s one of those reel-in ones and I let the latch off so she can wander on ahead which she happily does, until she reaches a smell. She stops, I carry on walking. The line reels in, and the line reels out again. I am then brought to a halt as Penny still hasn’t finished her sniff at the first spot. I yell, she moves onto the next smell, which of course is way behind me, being ony a few feet from the first one.
This carries on al the way to wherever I am going. Sometimes, but rarely she will actually overtake me and walk ahead, bust most of the time I am yelling and tugging frantically on the lead. Sometimes she finds a puddle of piss or something that is so fucking fascinating that I have to walk back to her and threaten her with no television that night if she doesn’t shift.
So I did my shopping and was strolling along. Penny was ahead of me when she found a goldmine of sniff. She dug her heels in and refused to budge. Normally this wouldn’t bother me but this particular spot happened to be already occupied by a swarm of bees that were being quite busy. Hundreds of the little chaps. So there I was, standing at a lamppost, surrounded by a black cloud of bees who were getting into my hair [the beard was spared, fortunately] and crawling all over my face while Penny resolutely enjoyed her smell.
I must have looked quite strange to an onlooker?
I walked away and let the lead extend, but the bees just followed. Penny didn’t. I had to back again with the bees following like I was some kind of fucking Pied Piper.
I dragged her away eventually and the bees got bored and buzzed off.
It’s an exciting life in the village.
I wish I had that much excitement, since the house fire we’ve been living at the cottage. Beautiful little village with view of the sea and since I am from the “city” I can walk to the post office and back and not even see a fuckin’ cricket, it’s like ghost town. Maybe I should get a dog to haul around or leash my mister for a walk though that treads on a something else and I’m not going there!
Life in the village can be quite wild at times. Sometimes I even meet people.
Eamonn the bee-beard man. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5-AzdLAVPA
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