A Dog Is For Life, Not Just Three Minutes...

I've always wanted a dog. I think they are hilarious. I love how excited they get over absolutely single aspect of life, and I often wonder what they're thinking. Are they actually really that excited? Or are they just taking the mickey? Imagine spending a day as a dog. It would be absolutely brilliant.

What's he thinking?

What's he thinking?

I'd popped to the shops in the afternoon - I was supposed to be buying some things for my new room, but before I even made it to the right shop, I'd spent most of my money on food, (shock!) so I ended up just having a browse and heading back home.

Casually strolling along, I noticed a gorgeous dog tied to a chair, outside one of the cafe/bars up ahead. I was already planning to give it a little pat on the head as I walked past it, so when the dog spotted me, and started wagging it's tail, I was secretly quite pleased as it meant the dog was up for a head pat too.

You know how sometimes you see a dog tied up outside and then it starts going mental when it sees its owner return? Well, within seconds of the dog seeing me, it had leapt up and started bounding towards me as though I was it's owner - dragging the chair it was tied to with it. Tables and chairs flying everywhere, drinks falling over, glasses smashing, people in the street tutting disapprovingly at the girl who can't control her pet - I was pretty helpless as this giant dog started jumping on me and licking my face, completely oblivious to the massive trail of destruction that it had left behind. 

The cafe manager came running out and asked me to please untie my dog from her chair and take him home. As much as I really wanted my new friend to come with me, I couldn't really steal somebody's dog, so I had to explain that it wasn't mine and quickly carry on walking. I'm pretty sure that not a single person believed me, and certainly nobody owned up to it being their dog.

I figured that it probably wasn't the best idea to get a selfie with the dog, or a photo of the mess it made/the street full of angry people with ruined drinks. I was apparently the only one who found it funny. 

In other news, ducklings are only $12.50 at the market, so I'm considering getting a pet duck and naming it Charlie.... 

 

Charlie (left) and his mate, Simon.

Charlie (left) and his mate, Simon.