I Love Dogs!

My heart melted today, and it wasn’t the heat. I was waiting at the lights to turn into Marmion Ave and a small(ish) white dog ran past on the road, in the middle of the left traffic lane. He was just running up the slope in the centre of the lane, not diverging and not weaving.
The cars caught up with him, blowing their horns, and he eventually got the message and eased over onto the verge, then looked lost and wandered into the undergrowth toward my street.
I wanted to jump out and take him (her? it?) to safety, but I couldn’t because of the traffic. Poor little dog, lost, bewildered, burnt feet… I hope he’s OK. He had a collar on, so I hope someone did the right thing.
Minnie scared me this morning. Years ago, I found Boopsie, my Border Collie, curled up in the far bottom corner of the yard. It turned out she had a bowel blockage and must have been in bad pain and had gone there to die (as dogs do). Luckily I found her and got her to the vet and $1500 later, she was OK.
This morning, when I called Minnie at about 8am, she was down there too. She came out and just looked at me, then slowly made her way up to the path and inside. This is new behaviour. She seems OK, so I hope…
I finished reading my latest book today, Fall of Giants by Ken Follett, and all I can say is Wow! Phew, 850 pages and I didn’t want it to end. Luckily the cover says it’s part one of a trilogy, so I’ll be waiting for the next one.
It’s a historical novel starting at about 1910 and covering WW I, the Russian Revolution of 1917, the Treaty of Versaille after the war and the origins of Germany’s years of poverty leading to the Nazi party. It’s a soap opera in a way, but it’s engrossing. I now know a lot more about those times.

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