Woof

I met one of the weirdest dog combinations I have ever encountered today.
We were walking back to the car after a fun play on a beach-side park (where Mathew very bravely climbed to the top of the rope-frame (or whatever it's called - the weird climbable thing that looks like the inside frame of a tent, and is made of tightly-taut rope) and yes - I just put one set of parentheses inside another) and we met a woman with two dogs. One was some kind of Great Dane-Newfoundland mix and the other one was a chihuahua. The big one was walking as slowly as he could; the little one was sprinting his little legs off, and they still couldn't walk in step with each other. It was hilarious. It was like seeing a canoe travelling next to an aircraft carrier. They stopped to say hello and I enjoyed fussing the larger one while Mathew was, not surprisingly, much more comfortable with the tiniest. My dog was a friendly, soft bear of a thing called 'Gus' whose coat seemed to have seven different shades of brown. The colour was remarkable. Unfortunately, so was the slobber.
And maybe I shouldn't say this, but I have to admit that I found their owner to be in possession of the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in my life. It doesn't mean I fancied her, and it doesn't mean I have any issues with my wife on the happiness front, it just means that when I looked into her eyes I was captivated, lost and bewildered in an instant. It was like looking into a nebula.

RC 29-9-24