I tend to plump for the latter as Chris' overly chatty personality drives me to destruction at 6 am in the morning.
Now there are only a couple of buses a day that run from Trelawnyd to the coastal towns, and every time ( bar one) that I have stood at the bus stop waiting for one to arrive, I have been kindly picked up and given a lift from someone in the village.
I am always tickled pink when a car draws up before the bus arrives!
In a reciprocal manner , if I see someone standing at the bus stop that I know, I will stop the car and offer a lift , a thing I did today as I was driving through the nearby village of Dyserth.
The smart elderly lady I picked up sat in the front of the car ( on one of my clean t shirts to protect her from the muddy dog paw prints) while all the dogs sat patiently on the back seat.and before I dropped her off home, I stopped briefly to drop some eggs off for a customer.
When I got back to the car, the woman looked just a little shocked as during the few seconds I was out of the Berlingo, Winifred had jumped into the drivers seat and had pushed her fat head into the woman's handbag which she had just opened up on her knee.
" she's just seen my polo mints" the woman said in way of explanation wiping bulldog spit from her immaculate Spanish leather bag.
Oh the shame
Well if you take a ride from someone with a dog in the car you have to expect they ARE going to act like a dog. (the dog that is...not the driver)
ReplyDeleteOr in Winifred's world act like a bull in a china shop
DeleteAn animal lover would have shared the polo mints with the dogs in the first place.
ReplyDeleteJane x
So would I
DeleteOnly scotch eggs are not shared in my car
Well John, you have only yourself to blame, you spoil those dogs something rotten. You have only had Winifred five minutes - you could have started as you meant to go on. But no, one look through those goo-goo eyes and you are putty in her paws.
ReplyDeleteGuilty as charged
DeleteNo shame at all. Serves her jolly well right for trying to deceive Winnie, whose nose for mints will be unerring. Next time perhaps she'll have put some doggie bickies in that snooty bag, just in case.
ReplyDeleteThe lady in question is around 82....so it was a bit of a shock
DeleteLOL! Spanish-bull leather can easily handle English bulldog spit. Winifred has no shame. And I'll bet that's the last time that lady accepts a ride from you!
ReplyDeleteI think you may be right
DeleteThat's a good way to travel, it is great to live in little towns, or villages where everybody knows each other. No one would pick me up like that where I live, but luckily mostly everything I need to go to is only a couple of miles away, so it doesn't matter, I can walk.
ReplyDeleteOut of the dozen or so times I have waited for the bus..I have only ever caught it once Joseph
DeleteJane's comment is spot on. She should have shared those mints :)
ReplyDeleteA wwww she was a poor pensioner Michelle x
Deletehahahahahahaha...
ReplyDeleteLove when I bring in bags from shopping. Food usually goes on to the counter but a stray bag or two put on the floor always get thoroughly inspected, with waggy tails. There is always hope for a squeaky toy !
cheers, parsnip
also...
DeleteI just checked on a blog Design Sponge that I read and they had a photo spread of a Wedding and there was a Winifred front and center.
I see Winifred everywhere now.
cheers, parsnip
I almost bought a rubber chicken from the supermarket the other day!
DeleteI would have dome the same thing for a treat. Is that frowned upon?
ReplyDeletePut your head in a lady's bag without asking?
DeleteYou are uncouth sir
I love Winifred !
ReplyDeleteLOL, Winifred was just checking to make sure the woman had no weapons!!!!
ReplyDeleteShe would love my handbag, always a doggie treat or two tucked in there ;)
ReplyDelete~Jo
Jo
DeleteI insist on a blog photo
winnie is such a personality!
ReplyDeleteI can't imagine anyone being bothered by a bulldog head in her purse and a little doggie slime on the outside of it! Here visitors have to contend with cat hair on every surface. And there's even cat hair in the car, as Emma greets me (she's part dog) when I get home from an errand run and usually jumps into the car to see what I brought. I think she is suspicious that shortly we will embark on a 1300 mile journey to our new home in Savannah, Georgia.
ReplyDeleteNancy in Iowa
Nancy
DeleteThe lady in question is such a lady
That's why the whole scene was so funny
Oh, dear!
DeleteHow could Winnie resist them Polo Mints never had any serious competition
ReplyDeleteSo nice of you to offer rides. It is only fitting to give the dog some polo mints.
ReplyDeleteTime to get Winnie her own handbag! Every proper lady should have at least one.
ReplyDeleteI'll put some wet wipes in it!
DeleteI also have a Berlingo and I'm still trying to work out how Winifred managed to squeeze between the 2 front seats; I mean, she's hardly of sylph-like proportions, is she? (But don't tell her I said so - I love her to bits.)
ReplyDeleteDid you have other stuff in the boot area? That's where my Zac goes, every time.
Aha! I just had a thunk - you had the back seats down didn't you? But she still had to squeeze through that narrow gap . . . . ???
I don't put the dogs in the boot.....once I lost a weeks shopping when I went round a roundabout and the hatchback flew open....I don't take the chance now
DeleteA weeks shopping - OUCH
DeleteHas she been watching too much TV? Perhaps she spotted a chihuahua in a dolly bird's handbag and is being Aspiratonal?
ReplyDeleteShe just loves her grub
DeleteWell, at least the dog is resourceful, squeezing between the seats and all. If you climb into a car with dogs, there's bound to be *something*.
ReplyDeleteAt least the dogs are not chatty. I don't do "chatty" in the morning either.
Bob she has a tendency of jumping between the seats
DeleteUsually she is tied up...26 kilos of fat bulldog on the dashboard can be a little worryimg
I belly laughed when i read this. It reminded me of my cousin's dog, Anne. Anne was a large English Springer Spaniel who could smell food she loved at 500 paces and would allow nothing to stop her from having a morsel of it, if it were at all possible to get one.
ReplyDeleteMy aunt had gone to the bank, taken a lollypop and absentmindedly stuck it in the outside flat pocket of her purse. Later that evening, after a hard workday, she got home, flopped in the chair for a moment and set her purse on the floor beside the chair. Anne was over to her in a second, nose in the flat pocket, and had the paper off and munched on the lollypop before my aunt could do anything.
For months afterwards, Anne would check the purse. Every. Time.
Anne was stockily built and not especially quick, until she smelled something she wanted at 500 paces...
Funny Megan.......I did see the funny side of Winifred's behaviour . Made even more funny because the lady in question is so rather prim
DeleteShe was privileged - to be given a lift AND to have her handbag investigated.
ReplyDeleteWinnie is as Winnie does. It's all about Winnie, and so far, so good. Even re Albert. Our female cairn took things in order to flaunt them in front of poor dear Angus, but she never fell for his big eyes or lovely face. Fiona would have cradled the mints between her front paws all day. I give Winnie a 10 for eating them straight down.
ReplyDeletegood job it wasn't a scotch egg, or you might have jumped into her lap and shoved your head in her handbag..
ReplyDeleteIf it was ascotch egg,I would have ripped the old gal limb from limb
DeleteShe should have shared by tossing a mint or three into the backseat. Winnie would have returned to the back and everyone would have been happy. No need for shame.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
That gave me a good old belly laugh! I am enjoying these stories about Winifred.
ReplyDeleteA purse for Winifred....along with a tutu and a bow in her hair! Glorious!
ReplyDeleteJust maybe the most excitement she (lady with bag) has had in a while. You have kindly supplied her, John, with stories to last a lifetime!!
ReplyDeleteNever a dull moment with you, is there?! GO WINIFRED!
ReplyDeleteKids will embarrass you every time, fur-wearing ones as much as the other kind.
ReplyDeleteHaha. Leave it to Winifred. I wonder if any of the other dogs would have done the same before Winifred came? Somehow, I doubt it.
ReplyDeleteYou regularly make me laugh. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteOnce when going out in the evening, I stopped to pick up a 10 year old ish boy who was being barked at by two big dogs; he was petrified. I dropped him off at his home and continued on my route. When I arrived at my dinner destination there were several English people there who were all HORRIFIED. "You wouldn't dare do that in England" they all shouted. "Glad I live here then" I replied.
ReplyDeleteNo wonder local bus services are going down the swanee with all that neighbour-love and private pick ups.
ReplyDeleteNo such thing as a free lunch, as the smartly dressed lady learnt.
ReplyDeleteSweet dog,
ReplyDeleteShe is
DeleteThe big lummox
Polo mints...a definite euphamism
ReplyDeleteWinifed, I love you.!
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