It’s a funny old thing but I had no idea how many people had dogs until we got our own. Everywhere I go there are people being dragged around the muddy byways of Halifax by hounds of such wonderfully varied shapes and sizes.
And what a friendly bunch they are. I have had more conversations with strangers than I thought possible and each time there seems to be an obligatory admiration of each others pooches and a standard set of questions as to age, breed and name.
It certainly feels like I have joined a club that has the requirements of having a pocket full of bagged dog poo as its membership card…
Ah yes, we ‘dog people’ are an affable lot. Other people might call us insufferable. Just like the doting grandmother with a wad of pictures to show one and all, dog people like to share anything and everything about their dogs. Case in point: Walter sends sloppy kisses to Rufus!
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Its all a bit Freemasons 🙂
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Without all of the marching about…oh wait…
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Hmm mm…. its all becoming clear now
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Ha ha – this sentence: “It certainly feels like I have joined a club that has the requirements of having a pocket full of bagged dog poo as its membership card…” But you look at this sweet face in the very last picture and you just suck it up. 🙂
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On cold days it keeps ones hands warm 🙂 😂
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I would like to get a dog again… had one as a kid. I just don’t think I could keep up with one. ☹
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Ha ha – I guess it would! We have a new wildlife refuge on the Detroit River that opened in October. I’ve been there three times and not done any posts yet (too many pics to sort thru first), but they have a person on “poop patrol” nabbing people who don’t grab up their dog’s droppings – it was happening that much. Nice job description!
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They are the worst of people! The poopers . not the poop grabbers 🙂
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He certainly pushes me when i have no energy…
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