Took Malleable to the beach this morning, as it was so hot. It isn’t a dog beach, but Malleable is only little, so what’s the difference?
Ductile stayed home. Cats don’t like the beach, although I did see a man walking a cat on a lead at the beach a few weeks ago. Bizarre. The cat seemed quite happy and, as the man said to me, there aren’t any signs with pictures of cats on them with a red line through them.
Anyway, most people were OK about Malleable, although a few precious dears made disapproving remarks, muttered barely loud enough for me to hear and make me uncomfortable. Unfortunately, Malleable started yapping a bit and worrying this fat bloke’s ankles, so the fb kicked out at her. We had a big argument, I said it’s only a little dog, and he said, yes, but he didn’t want to get a little bit of tetanus. What a princess. So, I finished up coming home sooner than I wanted.
This morning’s argument has left me in a troubled mood. I hope someone takes their Rottweiler to the beach and sits next to that bloke and gives him more than tetanus. Although I suppose tetanus would be pretty bad.
It’s so hot. I wish I was still at the beach. When we arrived home Malleable had a long drink from the toilet and then collapsed on the couch. He won’t be licking my face again for a while.