I think I might have said once before that when I was a kid growing up here at the Manse in Queensborough, not only did you know everybody in the village; you knew their dogs (and the names of their dogs) as well. I am trying to achieve that level of local knowledge again, and I think I am making progress. For instance, soon after I did this post about a visit from a happy and friendly beagle, I learned that the beagle is Abby, who belongs to our neighbours. Abby is now my pal, and I love it when she comes around.
The other day Raymond and I had a new doggy visitor, and he (I think it was a he) was funny and delightful. Funny because he decided that the very best place for him to curl up and take a nap on one of the rare sunny spring afternoons we’ve had was on the warm sand and gravel right beside our mailbox. And there he stayed for quite a while, amusing us no end. Here he is:
Finally I made the effort to make friends, and really it wasn’t much of an effort. Over trotted Doggy and we had a nice chat and some good rubbing of his floppy ears:
After which I went back into the house because it was naptime for us – and Doggy returned to his own napping position beside the mailbox. For a while, anyway. At some point he must have ambled home.
But not before making some new friends at the Manse.