Alice bit me

Maybe she was mad that nobody sent her a Valentine card .

I felt like my heart was breaking , not to mention my arm . She was flying towards me on the beach and forgot to stop and I didn't see it coming and didn't swerve out of the way . Her teeth seemed to go right through the fleece but I don't know if they did . Either way I was upset with her ( and a few other things besides , but she wasn't to know about that, I don't suppose she has had many dealings with lying teens ) so I knelt down on the sand and squeezed out a few tears ( the beach was deserted ) thinking that might get across to her this is not ok . She had played rough a few times too many with D and I don't want her doing this again with me ... it hurt too much . She looked bashful and stared at my arm in dismay as I peeled back my fleece and showed her the line of pink flesh which will turn to bruise later . I tried to imagine what was in her mind as she stared at me , her mouth downturned and her tail still , all emotions on the surface .... " You great big pathetic jessie you ! " possibly ......

mad half hour .....

Caught Out

Sometime yesterday , Alice caught out , having wrapped herself in the Throw which is not really meant for Rescue Greyhounds , and is kept neatly folded on the back of the sofa in case Humans get cold .

One of Alice 's own ( much softer) fleece blankets can be seen to the left , cast aside in favour of the white one .

Such is life .

Fog on the Tyne ? .... complete with surfers ...

Woke this morning to hear the foghorns , then half an hour later , as I dozed and contemplated my good fortune now that Alice ( rescue greyhound) sleeps in till at least six forty five , a passer by , possibly still on his way home from his night out , singing the opening bars of " Fog on the Tyne " . Glancing at the clock realised that the girls had in fact only recently taken themselves to bed ( at two forty five am ) , with much clattering of the stair gate .

The fog was still much in evidence on the beach at half nine . The four boys above appeared out of the mist with their surf boards held high and was one of several eerie shots I took without really being able to see what I had in my sights .

Hang On ! Where's that Dog ?

Two Cats ....