shandi's day out
Just got back from taking the mutts for a walk at East Coast with Aaron. We got there in Aaron's pick-up. I sat up front, Fang had the back seat all to himself and Shandi alternated between the floor, my lap, stomach, shoulders and face. By the time we got there, I looked like a doggie version of the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
I was surprised that when we got out, besides the customary ass/groin sniffing, there wasn't much else interaction. Between Fang and Shandi I mean. Aaron and I have known each other long enough to dispense with such niceties. But it was the first time our canine friends had met. I was also surprised that Fang didn't try to eat Shandi. But then again, Fang doesn't eat anything not prepared by a chef with at least three Michelin stars. (Aaron regularly serves him steak, salmon and the occasional bowl of red wine. You think I'm kidding.)
And for some inexplicable reason, Shandi preferred to tread on the soil and dirt instead of the paved track, eventhough there were very prominent signs that indicated it was a walking track. So it was a good thing I had her on a tight leash. It was not a good thing though, that everytime we stopped for a water break, she would feel the need to thank me by pouncing onto my lap with her freshly soiled paws. So by the end of our walk, a passerby would have thought that I was some kind of pervert who liked to rub dirt over my erm, personal region.
Aaron and I were walked by Fang and Shandi for about an hour until we decided to head home in order to beat the rush hour traffic. So it was back into the pick-up again with Fang in the back seat and a squirming Shandi-shaped lump of dirt on my lap, stomach, shoulders and face. Aaron later suggested that the next time we should bring them to MacRitchie. I thought that was a great idea. He can take Fang and I'll bring a camera, so I can show Shandi the lovely scenary that she missed.
Aaron and Shandi. And some of Fang's... fangs.
Fang, the wolf. Imagine running into this guy in the middle of the night. But I swear, he's got the most beautiful eyes.
The camera puts on 10 pounds. (Don't say a word!!)
To her list of bad habits such as chewing up the garden plants, peeing on the porch and barking at small children strolling past our gates, Shandi can now add another one. Thank you, Aaron.
PS: Shandi and I would like to sincerely apologise to the National Parks Board for the disappearance of East Coast Park. I promise to return it to its proper place once I manage to get it out of my clothes.
I was surprised that when we got out, besides the customary ass/groin sniffing, there wasn't much else interaction. Between Fang and Shandi I mean. Aaron and I have known each other long enough to dispense with such niceties. But it was the first time our canine friends had met. I was also surprised that Fang didn't try to eat Shandi. But then again, Fang doesn't eat anything not prepared by a chef with at least three Michelin stars. (Aaron regularly serves him steak, salmon and the occasional bowl of red wine. You think I'm kidding.)
And for some inexplicable reason, Shandi preferred to tread on the soil and dirt instead of the paved track, eventhough there were very prominent signs that indicated it was a walking track. So it was a good thing I had her on a tight leash. It was not a good thing though, that everytime we stopped for a water break, she would feel the need to thank me by pouncing onto my lap with her freshly soiled paws. So by the end of our walk, a passerby would have thought that I was some kind of pervert who liked to rub dirt over my erm, personal region.
Aaron and I were walked by Fang and Shandi for about an hour until we decided to head home in order to beat the rush hour traffic. So it was back into the pick-up again with Fang in the back seat and a squirming Shandi-shaped lump of dirt on my lap, stomach, shoulders and face. Aaron later suggested that the next time we should bring them to MacRitchie. I thought that was a great idea. He can take Fang and I'll bring a camera, so I can show Shandi the lovely scenary that she missed.
Aaron and Shandi. And some of Fang's... fangs.
Fang, the wolf. Imagine running into this guy in the middle of the night. But I swear, he's got the most beautiful eyes.
The camera puts on 10 pounds. (Don't say a word!!)
To her list of bad habits such as chewing up the garden plants, peeing on the porch and barking at small children strolling past our gates, Shandi can now add another one. Thank you, Aaron.
PS: Shandi and I would like to sincerely apologise to the National Parks Board for the disappearance of East Coast Park. I promise to return it to its proper place once I manage to get it out of my clothes.
