It was a horrible day. It was blowing a gale, and the temperatures were hovering around 2-4 degrees celsius* because the wind had blown all the clouds away and it was bright and sunny.
We looked at the temperature, and we looked at the dogs and thought.
And what we thought was this: why don’t we just do one long walk today in the nice sheltered town park, instead of two short ones in our miserable, windy, cold village?
And so it was that after lunch, when the day would be at its warmest for this time of year, we popped a jacket on Jeffie (but not Sid because it’s not cold enough for Sid yet), and drove into town to walk them in Central Park.
Sure enough, it was much less windy, and much warmer, and with the sun shining and the autumn leaves glowing, it was a very pleasant afternoon. Jeffie and OH strode ahead, while Sid took great pleasure in investigating all the smells and rootling in the leaves and then pretending to be surprised that they’d got so far ahead, and running to catch up.
After one particularly long rootle, and subsequent pretence of surprise, we began running towards OH and Jeffie, when I noticed something strange.
Instead of the two of them disappearing off into the distance, OH was bending down low to the ground at the base of a tree, while Jeffie, on the path behind him, was waiting patiently and staring into the distance.
We caught up, and OH, straightened and looked at us a little … I don’t know .. guiltily, I suppose.
Me: ‘What is it?’
Me: ‘What is it? What were you looking at?’
OH: ‘Oh .. nothing … I was just trying to get him to smell something.’
Me (Looking at him a little askance): ‘Why??’
OH (A tad shamefaced): ‘I thought it would give him something to do while we waited!’
I knitted my brows and continued to look, albeit a little sideways.
OH: ‘It’s a tree! I thought if I smelled it, he would!’
Me (slowly): ‘Um.Â You were trying to get him to smell something …Â ?’
OH: ‘Yes! ‘
Me: ‘…. to give him something to do while he waited.’
OH: (ducking his head like a schoolboy) ‘When you put it like that, it sounds silly!’
We looked at Jeffie, still staring into space in that peculiar ‘Jeffie’ way he has, with his one remaining canine caught outside his lip.
Me: ‘It didn’t work, did it?’
OH (giggling now): ‘No!’
It’s no wonder Jeffie spends half his life being bewildered.Â Us ‘monkeys’ must seem like very strange creatures at the best of times, but when we try to behave like dogs, that must really take the biscuit.
Let’s just hope OH doesn’t take it to its logical conclusion.Â I think he might get arrested if he started peeing up trees in the park.
* No, I don’t know what that is in ‘real’ temperature, only that it’s cold.Â I have to rely on OH and his weather station for this information, and it’s all in ‘foreign’!