insights, outtakes and observations from our sabbatical year in England
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
My favourite childhood story...
One of my very favourite books as a child was "Harry the Dirty Dog". I loved the adventures of this dog, who got so dirty rolling in the mud that he was no longer recognizable to those around him.
Kiwi the Dirty Dog
Somehow, I could relate to Harry, never being able to (or being interested in) keeping myself clean: knees, elbows and face were undoubtedly shaded in earth tones. No wonder my mother chose to dress me in browns rather than in white or pink... the earth i picked up on my travels blended in a bit better that way.
Shower time for the two-toned dog
I was thinking about that book today when Alex brought Kiwi back from a walk in the park. She is part poodle, and does love the water. A bit too much. We all know to watch out if there is a puddle anywhere in the vicinity: she will head right to it for a good lie down. I thought we would be safe, since we have had a record breaking number of days with no rain (uh... three!). And yet..... she decided she was thirsty, so headed for a drink from the pond/bog/slough in the centre of the park. Yes... in case you were wondering....it did smell just about as bad as it looks.
Clean again... but for how long?
I have a new appreciation for the owners of Harry the Dirty Dog. There is no such thing as a 30 minute walk....there is only a 30 minute walk followed by a 30 minute bath!