|Our village playing field|
Tonight though, I was reminded why village life is great. At the moment, I’m walking the hounds in two shifts. Since Mina’s had her toe amputated, and the dressing has only just come off, I’m building up the duration of her walks. It doesn’t seem fair to take her to the playing field where Stevie and Jasper can run off lead and where she’d have to watch from the side lines.
Shift one of the dog walk duties (Stevie and Jasper) had been completed and Mina and I embarked on shift two. I thought we’d have a quiet walk – just the two of us – with Mina stopping and sniffing all the pee-mails she’s missed over the last eight weeks…however, I was mistaken, as Tula, our cat, decided to join us!
We’d only just managed to cross the road when I heard the tinkling of Tula’s bell and saw her crossing the road to join us. I picked her up and crossed the road again and put her in our front garden and then re-crossed the road to start our walk.
|Tula takes root in the garden|
After this escapade Tula was put back in the house and the cat flap locked, so she could not follow us again. Mina and I set off again to complete the walk, with Mina stopping every 10 steps or so to catch up on the important and aforementioned pee-mails.
Mid-way into our walk we passed Arthur’s house. Arthur reminds me of my much loved and dearly departed Granddad - he’s in his 80s, lives by himself, grows his own veg and always has time for a chat when we pass by.
Tonight was no exception. On our way back, Mina and I stopped and had a quick chat (well I chatted, Mina looked up adoringly for a fuss) and before I knew it my spare hand was carrying a bag full of home-grown rhubarb. All in exchange for a chat and the promise of a small rhubarb crumble as way of thanks.
If only Mina was called Roobarb and Tula was known as Custard – it would have been a real life version of one of my favourite children’s cartoons.
|Mina does her best Roobarb impression|