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oct  21 - 28

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PIC Spook Spot 

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Karl spooked last Friday in Brighton Square.  It’s the first time I’ve observed this with him.  We were walking along with not a care in the world when out of the blue he barked and leapt away cowering.  The only reason I tumbled to the fact that he has spooked is that the same thing happened in the same place with Kirstin earlier in the week.  I thought she had been stung but could find no evidence of this.  On both occasions I looked into the corner of the ivy covered wooden fence and I could see nothing there. 

They both responded similarly.  At first neither wanted to proceed.  I was on the point of turning home with Kirstin when she started to pull herself together.  They both sat on the footpath.  The tail that is usually held high when they walk was between their legs.  Karl was fearful of going out on to Rathgar road.  When we stopped for sniff breaks he lay down.  Whatever they both thought they saw took the stuffing out of them for a while.

26

Today Karl and I stopped to watch a bumble bee in the autumn leaves on the footpath on Brighton road.  Many of the residents had neatly stacked blue plastic bags full of leaves standing outside their garden fences.  This seemed like a little oasis not yet bagged.  The bee buzzed around as though facinated by something there.  I thought that the presence of Karl would put him off but not at all.  I was disconcerted because the bee seemed strangely out of his usual habitat of flowers and things

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PIC Bumble bee in autumn leaves
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These are my halloween socks!  This morning I carefully removed them from my seasonal hosiary box and laid them out to wear this week.  After I took the photo I found myself thinking what a child I still am!  Then, it was all about ducking in basins of water for apple slices.  I remember the choking when the apple would move just as I was about to grab it in my mouth. Of course we all were soaked by our efforts.

There was also the whole apple dangling on a string in the middle of an open door frame.  The frustration of missing a bite was palpable!

Monkey nuts got a look in too.  I never really liked the taste though.  That didn't matter because it was halloween.

Things were so simple in those days.  I wouldn't say we were easy pleased.  We had such fun!

PIC My halloween socks
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my diary

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sept 30 - oct  06

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PIC Trapped log at Dodder Park footbridge

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The log is still trapped at the dip in the river beside the footbridge.  Being trapped seems such a helpless thing.  Unless something happens to liberate, the entrapment continues.  I suppose we are all trapped in different ways.  Many of us don’t even know it.  Often it is only when something happens to liberate us that we realise it.  At least we can do something about it.  The log has to wait for that something to happen to move on.

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We took a sniff break at the gate leading into Rostrevor park as usual.  The trees and the active bird life hold a fascination for me.  The sign on the gate reads ‘Private Park No Dogs’ so we only look in.  This evening the gate into the park was shut.  When it is open I slip the handle of the lead over the closing hook and take a sip of my water.  Suddenly and without warning Kirstin took a leap at the gate, hit the handle with her paw and opened it.  She instantly leapt backwards so astonished was she at what she had unwittingly done.  The little dramas of our lives.  I carefully shut the gate before we moved on.

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PIC Gate of Rostrevor Park

05

Lots of barking in the garden these days.  The blustery weather animates their playground like a magic spell.  When my dogs meet other dogs on the street they do not bark.  Even when other dogs bark at them they remain silent.  They bark when they play.  Sometimes I look over the fence to see them completely absorbed in their game to the extent that they are oblivious of me looking on.  There are so many ideas out there of how dogs should be managed.  Yet, it seems to me that being able to play together is what makes the difference to them.

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PIC Rostrevor Park, Rathgar
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my diary

see the funny side...

sept 30 - oct  06

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PIC Trapped log at Dodder Park footbridge

01

The log is still trapped at the dip in the river beside the footbridge.  Being trapped seems such a helpless thing.  Unless something happens to liberate, the entrapment continues.  I suppose we are all trapped in different ways.  Many of us don’t even know it.  Often it is only when something happens to liberate us that we realise it.  At least we can do something about it.  The log has to wait for that something to happen to move on.

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03

We took a sniff break at the gate leading into Rostrevor park as usual.  The trees and the active bird life hold a fascination for me.  The sign on the gate reads ‘Private Park No Dogs’ so we only look in.  This evening the gate into the park was shut.  When it is open I slip the handle of the lead over the closing hook and take a sip of my water.  Suddenly and without warning Kirstin took a leap at the gate, hit the handle with her paw and opened it.  She instantly leapt backwards so astonished was she at what she had unwittingly done.  The little dramas of our lives.  I carefully shut the gate before we moved on.

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PIC Gate of Rostrevor Park

05

Lots of barking in the garden these days.  The blustery weather animates their playground like a magic spell.  When my dogs meet other dogs on the street they do not bark.  Even when other dogs bark at them they remain silent.  They bark when they play.  Sometimes I look over the fence to see them completely absorbed in their game to the extent that they are oblivious of me looking on.  There are so many ideas out there of how dogs should be managed.  Yet, it seems to me that being able to play together is what makes the difference to them.

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my diary

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sept 30 - oct  06

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PIC Trapped log at Dodder Park footbridge

01

The log is still trapped at the dip in the river beside the footbridge.  Being trapped seems such a helpless thing.  Unless something happens to liberate, the entrapment continues.  I suppose we are all trapped in different ways.  Many of us don’t even know it.  Often it is only when something happens to liberate us that we realise it.  At least we can do something about it.  The log has to wait for that something to happen to move on.

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03

We took a sniff break at the gate leading into Rostrevor park as usual.  The trees and the active bird life hold a fascination for me.  The sign on the gate reads ‘Private Park No Dogs’ so we only look in.  This evening the gate into the park was shut.  When it is open I slip the handle of the lead over the closing hook and take a sip of my water.  Suddenly and without warning Kirstin took a leap at the gate, hit the handle with her paw and opened it.  She instantly leapt backwards so astonished was she at what she had unwittingly done.  The little dramas of our lives.  I carefully shut the gate before we moved on.

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PIC Gate of Rostrevor Park

05

Lots of barking in the garden these days.  The blustery weather animates their playground like a magic spell.  When my dogs meet other dogs on the street they do not bark.  Even when other dogs bark at them they remain silent.  They bark when they play.  Sometimes I look over the fence to see them completely absorbed in their game to the extent that they are oblivious of me looking on.  There are so many ideas out there of how dogs should be managed.  Yet, it seems to me that being able to play together is what makes the difference to them.

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PIC Rostrevor Park, Rathgar

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Have to acknowledge now the fact that sometimes Kirstin tries to copy Karl.  The first time I noticed it I dismissed it as my imagination.  She doesn’t lift the leg but she backs up to tree trunks and delivers a squirt or two in a clumsy sort of way.  This behaviour fascinates me.  I find myself wondering do other females do likewise.  These dogs have been together since conception.  They get on like a house on fire most of the time.  She sees him raise the leg.  She tries to copy in so far as she can.  Funny.

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sept 23 - 29

26

I’m glad that neither of my dogs seem to compete for my affection.  They both know that I love them equally.  They are entirely different.  In so many ways they are one just as lovable as the other.  It’s good to see each of them so secure in our threesome.  Feels satisfying.

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There were road works on Lower Dodder road today so Karl and I went down by the river in Dodder park.  I found myself remembering how excited we all were coming in here when I used to let my dogs off the lead.  It is so the most pleasurable way to walk for both dog and owner.

My young Boxers have a strong inclination to jump on people when excited.  Now, they must stay on-lead to avoid causing unwitting distress to others.  Hopefully this natural tendency will moderate in time but for now it’s lead only.

Karl stopped on the bridge on our way out.  He was fascinated by the sight and sound of a log caught in a rebound at the drop in the river there.

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This morning we watched the trapped log again.  It looks surely locked up against the hard lip of the drop in the river at the bridge.  It bundles forwards and back again making a swishing sound in the flow of the water.  I wonder what will happen to release it and allow it to move down stream.

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