Bitch

In nearby Prestatyn, the seaside promenade is backed in part by a succession of small car parks. As I walked the dogs up to Barkby beach! I noticed a large staffy- type dog running like a mad Alec with a ball on a rope around a parked car. in the car was the dog's owner, who was on a mobile phone. the woman was also eating a large packet of crisps, and would only stop chomping when the dog brought the ball back to her to be thrown across the car park.
I wondered if the young woman was disabled, but after seeing her heaving herself out from behind the wheel to retrieve some more goodies from a carrier bag from her hatchback, I concluded that she was just lazy.
Throwing a ball around a car park, to me, is not really walking your dog.
To be fair, her dog was a friendly sort, who bounced over the car park wall and ran amongst the promenade walkers and cyclists is a jaunty manner. But , I must admit, the fact that she was happy to let a potentially aggressive dog run around unsupervised , did irk me somewhat..
And I am very easily irked.
Anyhow we walked along the promenade out of harms way then retraced our  steps back to the where I had parked the berlingo. As we passed the car park ! I noticed that the lazy dog owner was still sat eating in her car as her dog bounced all over the promenade.
I thought about  this for a moment then
I motioned to the woman and called out a friendly " your dog has just crapped down the promenade steps" as I pointed to a spot 50 yards away.
The woman sighed heavily and reaching for the poo bags started to get out of her car

The dog hadn't crapped by the way

I just wanted to see the  lazy cow  move her fat arse from behind the steering wheel
Hey ho

Stop Press

Not everything in  Trelawnyd is hen and scone related....sometimes the real world visits us in spades....Just got off the phone with an affable despot from down the road, who informed excitedly that a village house had been badly damaged by fire last night!
( click here to see the local Daily Post)
The twist in the story's tail....is that the house was apparently filled to the bleeding gunnels with cannabis plants.!!!.....and an elderly man living in the adjacent house was taken to hospital with what was referred to as " smoke inhalation"
I suspect the old guy has actually been " bonged out of his head" and is probably lying fifteen feet above his hospital bed as we speak.

George - the boy next door

George, the Scottish terrier is often seen as the " poor relation"  amongst the dog pack
It has to be said that he is the lowest in the pecking order
He IS the least demanding of all of the house pets
And he is the one that has never caused us any concern in the seven years he has been with us
He is the dog version of the boy next door.
Yesterday, I took the dogs for a walk on the railway line in Dyserth
And as usual I let George wander off on his own as I took the other dogs on their leads along the walkway.
After a short time we came across a group of a dozen or so elderly men with learning difficulties , who were out walking hand in hand with their carers, and after we passed them I looked back to check what George was up to
Amid a chorus of friendly chatter ( but no attempts at physical contact) the Scottish terrier was obviously enjoying himself, and from 25 yards in front , I watched as the group ambled forward with George trotting energetically in the middle of them, head up, tail wagging, and mouth smiling.
The men around him chatted away to him about nothing as they walked, and with typical good nature he bounced along , savouring the banter
It was a moment that would give you a small lump in the throat if you saw it.

It was almost as though George knew that he was amongst friends

Delores was right....

Well, I hate to say it, but Delores was right......

The owner of " The Bastards" returned today

He was clutching two bottles of wine

and a had on a slightly sheepish and hopeful expression

Apparently the pair had already attacked his diminutive wife and had knocked her to the floor

( never told me that when he dropped them off) and the couple didn't want them back

I was honest with the guy
I told him I would keep them short term but will be selling both birds on to a good home as soon as possible.
For cash!
Hey ho!
Go on people
Say it
We told you so!

A Little Bit of Miriam

I, like a few people that I know, will often throw a " grenade" of a comment into a conversation in order to witness the fallout it creates. A few bloggers that I " know" will employ the same tactic, in order to provoke a response.....sometimes the effect can be useful......as grenades can stimulate thought and debate.........other times the effect can rebound, especially when the comment is construed as being upsetting or offensive.
Actress Miriam Margolyes, is a master at grenade lobbing
She adores shocking her audience into mirth and has perfected the wide eyed, innocent but not so innocent,  wham bam one liner......
She is a treasure
I have posted several of her interviews on Going Gently, they lift the mood on a grey winter's day
Enjoy this one........

STM

Today's Surreal Trelawnyd Moment ( STM)

" Gay " Gordon on a mobility Scooter

" shoots" past me on high Street

A large Vacuum Cleaner perched on the front

" Hello Gang!"

He bellowed

" can't stop..I'm spring cleaning"

Hinterland no 2

Me?

On the back of the wonderful Sherlock ....the welsh detective series Hinterland went from strength to strength tonight..I suspect the reason I like the lead Tom Mathias so much is the fact that with his Woolly hat on actor Richard Harrington looks like a fitter, younger and better looking version of me
And we all like to look at ourselves

Nia ( my old friend from Oz) have a look...you'll enjoy x

Winifred: a Gop Virgin

This morning there was a brief sunny window in the dismal winter weather and I wanted to take full

advantage of it, so I decided to take Winifred and the other dogs for a walk up the Gop.

Before she came to us, Winifred had never really been taken out for long walks

So I have been building her up for " the big one" so to speak

We started from the Memorial Hall, where the Welsh Flag was flying

 

The dogs waited until I took some village photos for the Community Council webside 

we then slogged through the mud to the summit

The view was worth the slog