Took Malleable to the dog beach today. As I was opening my car’s back door for him, trying to get his lead on before he bounded away, this bloke with a tiny penis got out of his huge tank, I’m assuming about the penis, came over and went crazy about how I’d parked my car. Cool your jets, mate, who cares? My whole car was between the lines. It just wasn’t straight. We had quite a philosophical discussion about it. Socrates would have been impressed. Loser. In the end I told him I understood what he was saying, but that I was struggling to care about it.
Had an enjoyable time on the beach regardless of the argument and the SHG. There weren’t too many dog fights to break up. Then, on the way home, Malleable was riding with his head out the window, smelling the smells, as he does, when he suddenly and inexplicably disappeared from my view in the rear vision mirror. I stopped and got out and looked behind to see what had happened. I spotted him in the distance, holding a branch and dangling off the ground, legs pumping. He must have grabbed a low branch with his teeth and hung on really tightly. I’ve never seen such a surprised look on a dog’s face. I hope he isn’t going to make a habit of that.
New rule: don’t wind the windows too far down when there’s a dog in my car.
He’s asleep on the couch at the moment. I notice he jerks and whimpers occasionally.