Not all the countryside actually. We drove to Shelburne yesterday to look at adopting a dog. Through New Ross very little green was showing. But as we got closer to Shelburne it came back. We drove home (sans dog) through the number 8 highway and that was still brown but as we got closer to Annapolis Royal the green reappeared. When you clock 700 kms you can cover a lot of microclimates.
The dog was a lovely 1 year old Border Collie named Max. He was a nice dog, but he was not 'our' dog. I felt bad leaving him, but the lady giving him away assured me she had dozens more people on her list who wanted him, so I have to believe he found his right people. We have come to the conclusion that we want a goofy dog. Not stupid, but one with a sense of the absurd. Peter noted that Max was a little too earnest, and I commented that we are looking for more Algernon than Ernest.
Atticus was happy to see us back sans dog I think. He developed 3 new tricks this week.
Trick 1: Hang out with people on the couch.
Trick 2: Use the living room window as an entry point. (We are trying to discourage this, as eventually we will put the screens on.) To encourage him using the door, we left it open this morning which led to...
Trick 3: Bring a field mouse into the kitchen and let it go. He caught it again the first time, and the second, but the third time the mouse ran under the floorboards and escaped. Peter found a half eaten mouse in the kitchen on Thursday when he got up, and we praised the cat for catching a mouse in the house, but now we are not so sure he didn't plant the mouse in the first place.
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I've never owned a dog so I'm asking this with all sincerity: how does one tell if a dog has a sense of the absurd? Would it be a dog with the attitude of a cat?
Thank you for not asking the obvious question which was: Why were you taking a photo of the mouse in the cat's mouth instead of trying to get it out the door?
I don't know about a lot of dogs, but I know Jake had a really good sense of humour. He was a bit of a jokester in fact, and loved to be laughed at. He would also laugh at us when we were being silly.
Cats from what I can observe, do not like to be laughed at. And while they can be absurd, they have no sense that they are absurd, and only look at you witheringly when you are absurd.
Our Dylan has a sense of the absurd and loves to play along when we are joking with him..
If you drove home via Annapolis, you probably went past my place, you should have dropped in for a coffee or beer or something and had a nosey at my greenhouse.
Atticus
Is a good
cat because...
Ok, never mind the rhyming. Love your posts! Your hair is terracotta on my screen. Seems apropos, considering all the pottery you do.
When I read your posts, I just want to move to NS and muck about and do "stuff". What a fab life, you two!
Love ya!
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