Fudge has discovered the
fish tank. It's been in the living room far longer than he has, but
last night he obviously noticed the fish in it for the first time
and went mental at them. And today, periodically, he was woofing,
barking and growling at them. It's rather sweet really.
The recycling binmen came
today. This time they took the bin of tat. They didn't take the
rubbish we put out on Wednesday because it was too close to the front
door. They couldn't reach it from the pavement and (apparently)
they aren't insured to walk the two steps from the pavement to where
the bin was. It's interesting that the postman, milkman, those who
deliver pizza leaflets, religious crackpots, trick or treaters and
carol singers have no difficulty in traversing my garden path. Either
they have more comprehensive insurance policies, are much braver
people, or aren't quite so petty minded.
I took Furry Face for a
walk. It was looking like being a fine day, and there were two
geocaches on the other side of town that I fancied having a go at. As
we walked along one of the paths past the station I let Fudge off of
his lead. He was fine; coming back when called by his whistle. And
then it all went wrong. He started in the general direction of some
woman with a dog. As I called him back so she called him and waved
her dog's toy to attract him. Of course that got his attention. As I
walked up to put his lead on, so this stupid woman produced a second
tennis ball (her dog was fetching one) and she hurled the ball which
Fudge promptly sped after. I eventually got him back on the lead;
having quite seriously offended the stupid interfering old cow by
asking if she'd like to adopt him. She really couldn't understand why
I didn't want her to call my dog away when I am trying to do whistle
training with him.
With the pestilential pup
on the lead we came along Hythe Road and down Cradlebridge Drive. One
of the things that annoy me about Ashford is that between the
railways and the motorways the town is cut into sections between
which it is very difficult to move. Navigating to the first geocache
of the day showed me a footbridge over the motorway which was new to
me. I shall use this on dog-walks in the future. The first cache was
just off of this footbridge. Apparently.
I couldn't find it, but a
little later I had a stroke of genius and I think I know where it
might be. I shall go back.
We followed the footpath
on and soon found the second geocache. This one was relatively easy
to find, and I got a trackable from it as well. The description of
this geocache asked us to give a brief description of how we came by
our cacher names. I use the same alias pretty much everywhere. If any
of my loyal readers might be wondering, "Manky Badger"
is an old C.B. radio handle. Back in the 1980s when C.B. radio was
big, all of my mates had high powered names “Big this”,
“Mighty that”, “Super this”, “Mega that”. I’ve
never been “Super” or “Mighty”,
and so I went with “Manky Badger”. It’s probably quite apt, and
is a name which has stuck. I am “Uncle Badger” to many,
and answer quite happily to “Oi Manky!” Very few people
would do that. And the world is full of Daves anyway.
We then followed
Willesborough Road past the Batchelors factory and the Julie Rose
stadium, and took a footpath round the back of the Little Burton
estate where we met a nice lady walking her dog. Her dog and Fudge
played really nicely for ten minutes, then we went our seperate ways.
And just as I was about to put Furry Face back on his lead another
twit dog-walker made a point of calling him away. And again took
offence when I was less than orgasmic that he'd interfered with what
I was doing with my dog.
I wish other dog-walkers
would have some sense. To be fair, most have. But there is a
minority. When i see other people doing dog training I don't
interfere. I put my dog on his lead and leave them to what they are
doing. I wish these busybodies wouldn't meddle when I'm trying to
achieve something with my pup. He's getting there with his training
but he's easily distracted.
Once home I spent much of
the afternoon preparing presentations for the astro club. And then in
the evening we went down to Folkestone where we walked the dogs
along the beach and had a rather good bit of tea featuring (probably)
far too much to drink. Hic!...
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