Dog on the run.

On Wednesday morning I went to the post office to post a letter and like mostly I went on my bike. Earlier in the morning my wife had used her bike to go to the doctor, on returning she had left it out side for me to put it in the cellar later on. On arriving back from the post office I opened the house door and left it opened while I got the key for my wife’s bike not thinking one minute about our dog Toby.
I didn’t realise that he had shot out of the door behind my back while I was getting the key, when I did it was too late. It took me a few minutes to orientate in which direction he could have gone. I took off after him. I saw him coming out of the woods, on seeing me he took off in the direction of the main road, which is a dual carriage way. I just managed to get to the bend in the lane to see him run straight across the Zebra crossing of the main road, luckily for him the traffic lights were red.
Across the road I dashed just to see him run down the main road that links with the dual carriageway. He had probably gone about 50 meters when with out stopping swerved left straight into the road, how the car missed him I will never know. A lady that was taking her dog for a walk on the other side of the road screamed when she saw Toby run across the road in front of the car. Not for a moment did that bother our Toby up the road he ran then left into the woods that line the side of the road.
Now this is were fate came into it, I was probably 30 meters behind Toby and really didn’t know which path he had taken in the woods, when suddenly this dog from the lady was at my side and with it’s nose to the ground. I put two and two together and followed the dog, my hunch was right. About 20 meters down the path there stood Toby and the other dog. On see them together I thought I could coax Toby to stay were he was, on calling his name he looked up turned on his hind legs and was off like the wind with the other dog after him.
This when it started to get difficult, (for me that is) through dense undergrowth he ran me after him, brambles and thorns were tearing at my legs (I had shorts on at the time) I didn’t have a clue were I was then suddenly we were in swampy ground. This didn’t stop our Toby or the other dog both of them ran full pelt into the swamp, Toby got further then the other dog being the lighter of the two, he got to a point were I could not follow him.
Behind the swamp there was a small pond of fowl water, into it he sprang and started to swim for the other side. Suddenly he stopped and started to swim back and managed to crawl out onto a mud bank about 15 meters from were I stood. He was totally exhausted and led there panting. All my coaxing couldn’t get him to move, the other dog was prancing around and barking but Toby wouldn’t move.
There was only one thing I could do, shoes off, shorts rolled up and into the swamp I went, I had no idea how deep it would be but I was lucky it went just above my knees. I got Toby by the rough of his neck tucked him under my arm and started back to dry land. The mud that I stirred up stank horribly just like a sewer.
Back on dry land I realised that I had lost my bearing I didn’t have a clue were I was it took me at least 20 minutes to find my way out and another 10 to locate the owner of the other dog. Meanwhile my wife had also gone off into the woods searching for Toby. On arriving home I put Toby in his box and as filthy and stinking like a sewer as I was got on my bike and went looking for my wife. After having a shower and bathing Toby I was exhausted.
PS It took at least 2 days till I got the smell out of my nostrils.
That was my week, never a dull moment.
Take care out there were ever you are Tshüss.

Normal week.

Nothing exciting about this week, no running into signs or anything silly like that. What I did, I managed to get out with my new camera for a couple of hours, and this is really the first time since I bought it. I must say I was very pleased with the results but need more time to get really acquainted with it. I seem to have less time on my hands then I did when I was working full time. I have put a few of the photos in this post to show you what I have taken. On Tuesday I was at work all day and on Wednesday morning I took the dog to be trimmed, this takes up most of the morning, so you see nothing exciting just a normal week. Oh! On Thursday afternoon my wife and I went for a bike ride to a beer garden. We took the dog with us, we have a basket for him that fits onto the pack rack on the back of my bike, it was a pleasant afternoon. We have rarely done any bike rides this year because of my wife’s knee. On Tuesday morning she has an appointment with her doctor and she should find out if she has to be operated on or not. Take care out there were ever you are. Tshüss

How daft can one get.

How daft can one get? That is a question I asked myself last Friday afternoon. The Florescent strip lighting was on the blink and I decided to drive to the local DIY store and buy a new one. After first calling in at the grocery shop to pick up a couple of items for my wife I drove to the DIY store. Now this is a large new store with ample parking space and on arriving I parked in a lot far from any other vehicle. After getting out of the car I went to the front and inspected the touch up work I had done (chips made by flying stones) on Tuesday. Now this is were the daft part comes in to the story, noticing that there was a flower bed separating the parking lots from each other and being lazy sod and not wanting to go all the way round them to get to the entrance I sprang over the flower bed and to my surprise landed on my back at the side of the car in a semi conscious conditions. I had the feeling that I had been hit with a baseball bat. After picking myself up and making sure that no one had seen what I had done I checked my self for the damage. I was very lucky no loss of teeth, nose not broken, glasses not damaged or broken, there was no blood flowing but I can tell you I felt bloody awful. What had I done? I had leapt straight into a large METAL advertising board. Now how the hell can one not see such a bloody large thing like that is beyond me. I was so bent on inspecting the car that I had not seen the F#/ing thing. I have done some bloody silly things in my life but that beats them all. On arriving home and telling my wife what I had done, she just couldn’t believe it, and after inspecting my face and finding that I had only a thick lip (badly bruised inside) a surf wound on my forehead and a whooping head ache we both couldn’t stop laughing. On Wednesday I had to go into hospital and have my hand cut open again. After having the stitches removed a week on Friday the infection had got worse and the swelling larger then before. My hand was hurting me so I rang the doctor for an appointment for the next day but he sent me to the hospital were they once again cut out the infection, so I am now back to square one. The stitches will be removed on the 18th and I hope that was it!!! That was my week and what a week it was. Hope you have a good laugh about a silly sod like me (I deserve it) The photo is the large METAL advertising board. Take care out there were ever you are. Tshüss