Makes no difference to the dog here. The nation is hidden beneath a deep, darkening mist and as you promenade along the tiny droplets settle and leave you fair drookit by the time home is reached. The dog however insists he takes him out, favourite ball and all, and allows him to run around for an hour or so, visiting the same spots he met yesterday to check for strangers on his patch. Dogs you see are mutts, they need you to do everything for them. You take them for walks, you feed them, you clean them, you ensure they have a good bed at night. Cats however do all of this by themselves, and do not venture out on days like this unless there is very good reason to do so. Cats walk by themselves, cats clan themselves, then sit on you, cats find their own beds, and if they cannot find a mug to live off cats are more than capable of feeding themselves also. They just prefer to have whatever you are having, and they want it now!
Dogs also get confused easily. This one was struggling to decide between picking up the ball or eating a stick when I came on the scene. Here he is just sniffing out a friend.
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On behalf of dogs, I must protest. Dogs are far from just mutts. They can figure a lot f things out for theirselves, and many are quite capable of taking themselves for a walk, but they'd rather go with their human friends.
I lived in a little house on the slope of a hill. My dog was quite happy to play by his self, he'd take his ball up onto the factory loading-dock opposite, drop it so it rolled toward the edge, fell six feet, and started bouncing down the yard.
The dog would wait, quivering with anticipation until the ball reached some pre-determined point, leap off the loading dock, and chase it to catch it just before it hit the wall at the bottom. The ball, I must add, was a solid rubber asymmetric thing, designed to bounce in somewhat random directions, and the dog showed an uncanny ability to chase towards, not the ball, but the place to where it would next bounce.
A dog delights in your company, sorrows when you are sad, and never judges you harshly.
Whereas a cat is just a conniving little drone, with no interest whatsoever in your existence. No loyalty, pah. And it doesn't even have the sense to crap outside.
Soub, Your dog was obviously stolen from a circus where it had been taught that trick. The cat learns by itself. Meeoooowww! Cat overtaking.
Okay, I think I have finally figured out why futbol is so appealing to so many back there. For when fog masks the difference between night and day, most are used to not seeing much anything happening! (If you would like me to deduce anything else for you, I have an opening on my retainer list.)
Jerry, You will have something else on your list shortly!!!!
There's something nice about the mist, makes the world seem a different place. You are so right about dogs and cats. Most cats I know would be sitting inside on the radiator not getting coated with fine drops of moisture.
Jenny, Cats are wise beasts, dogs dumb!
Starting a bit of a riot here between the dogs and cats - well those who live with them. I do find the fog rather romantic. Weird I know but its not something I grew up with. Even London is really foggy at present. Makes me think of Sherlock Holmes.
Mo, As if I would start a riot....?
Mists indeed can be romantic, fog isn't. Fog mixed with smoke (smog) was a killer. I vaguely remember this in Edinburgh but around 1959 the great smog killed many and ceased all movement. Mists are better, but depressing after a few days.
D'you know it was snowing here yesterday....
Rab, So I heard, disgusting! Watching the Motherwell game they said it was minus 3 at one point. Freezing here now.
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