My family and dogs,and dogs

Jan Ist,2019 New Year .A walk along the beach ,run /walk really .Walk  through the long dog beach because I have learnt from bitter experience what happens to an older ,unsteady runner amongst those dogs .Thoughts this day are on the past and  on possible futures ,goals ,resolutions ,regrets ,big changes

So its easy to distract oneself with observations of dogs and owners.Dogs here of every shape and behaviour, some big and bulky ,moving side to side on small squat frames ,others small and cute with little legs but moving along quite rapidly .some sleek and quick ,thin bodies  whipping between beach goers, fetching balls and finding playmates. Equally appealing are the large gentle dogs who love the water ,their owner and balls,in  that order They often have long smooth hair and their only fault is  to  treat other dogs, and you ,as friends .So you have to be wary of being tripped as they arrive with their balls .Some dogs dont like them either and their owners are as upset as the dogs when there is an incident “Oh ,he just wanted to play ,he’s so friendly “

Other dogs  are challenging ,moving slowly and threateningly towards other dogs ,who eye them warily and mover closer to their owners .

But what I notice most are the likenesses .The likenesses that are formed in any community ,which extend to the owners and the dogs .This is a community to be reckoned with :a powerful voice for dog freedom ,dog rights ,dog space .No matter how large the space is ,no matter how inconvenienced mere non dog owners are by  the dog poo,being knocked over ,feeling strangers on their own sea front ,the dog owners will not  yield a cm .IN fact true dog capitalists ,they want more .

I watch a middle aged bearded man walk towards me holding his dog on a  leash .And behold ,his slim dog has the same pointed face ,flaring nostrils ,flinty eyes and a thin mouth surrounded by white facial hair .Owner, like dog ,strides on looking neither to left or right .A couple follow behind him ,formless ,any age ,shirted and short hair .Both their dogs are nondescript, mixed breed ,sort of brown ,unassuming dogs ,The difference is they are not holding hands.But the man coming along opposite is followed by a bull doggy looking dog -it can’t help its face I guess and neither can the man with the wide shoulders ,squat body ,overhanging stomach and squashed in face help the fact that he resembles  his pet .But its remarkable .

In case I am being horrible ,young women often bound along with their alsatians or labradors or whippets running alongside ,and they mostly have svelte bodies ,long legs and confident, happy  faces .They throw balls for their dogs and jump in the waves .young families mostly have spaniels or small poodles ,and the dogs keep close to the toddlers.

This is family -I hear a woman speak to her dog”be gentle now ” in exactly the same tone I used wth a child who was just about to hit his sibling on the head (or hold it under if we were at the beach ) its a tone half pleading ,half admonishing ,and really hoping that one will not have to take urgent and tiring action : like all go home in the case of the family ,but in the case of the dog, apologise to an irate owner ,or in the worse case scenario give your phone no for  the vet bill to follow, and take the dog home .Watched with pity or loathing of course by a few witnesses whose dogs and children are well  trained .

You will have fathomed by now that I am not entirely forgetful of the fact that I once was the owner of dogs ,that I loved them both ,and hated them in equal measure .Well they were both brought to the house by my sons and loved and indulged.But I exercised them and paid the vet bills and fines.The first one was named Rafiki,friend in Swahili ,and he was part kelpie ,active ,friendly, cute ,and very badly behaved .He ran away when I took him to he beach ,off a lead of course because I never thought then that dogs need leads ,and I spent hours chasing him up and down sand dunes .He took off across several highways for various visits ,he chased cats ,he jumped up and ate whatever food was left out.His main virtue was that he was short haired so did not shed fur all over the house ,although he was never inside enough to do so any way .He cost this family a fortune in fines as  the ranger took him regularly off to the pound

Our second dog was called Saphy( i have written a requiem for her in one one of my bloggs  so won’t go into a lot of detail ) and she was anxious ,loving and increasingly bad  tempered towards other dogs as she got older .She had masses of long corse hair which she shed everywhere -because we were not firm enough she slept everywhere -bed,carpets ,lounge chairs and the newer the object all the better to lie on .

So  I do know about dogs ,and I do sort of like them .But I still find them annoying in large groups ,as I do people,Am I like our family dogs ?Active and cute ,appealing when I was younger .and moody, anxious  and solitary as I age .

First Time

First time you view that spire

Or glimpse poppies through the wall

First time you tread the Way

Cobblestones beneath your feet.

First sip of wine, first taste of beer

First clear blue sky

After rain

Like a first kiss.

First time you wish on a star

First leaving or goodbye

First time playing by the river

Catching your first fish.

Strumming your guitar

Writing that first song

All first times ever.

First child you hold in arms

First time you feel his toes

And kiss his downy head

Wonder and pray

(Cordoba July 2016)

Palabras

(Spain,Villaviciosa,Oct 2018)

Let me keep my words
They’re mine
If you don’t like them
Use your own

Words spilling from my mouth
Following thoughts in my head
My words aren’t dead
They flow from my heart

You just cut them off
With a disapproving twitch of your eyes
a quirky raise of your brow
I wont have it .

Where are your words that feel?
Where are your heart words ?
Ok ,mine may be mistaken
May be regretted
May be wrong
May be anything you say

But they are mine,mine,mine

Palabras son mi verdade
My truth will not allow you
to kill them .

Future in Apartmento Madrid

“Your future

is

CREATED

by what

you do

TODAY

NOT

TOMORROW”

Really ?

Here I sit in

An apartmento

In Madrid

Wearing a clean white shirt.

Really ?

 

Here i sip

Vino rioja

From Carrefor

Around the corner

Slicing bread and cheese and fruit.

Really ?

Here I think

About tonight

In Madrid

Flickimg through my smartphone to find

A place to go.

At the end of the night

I lie

In a clean bed

Paid by card on booking. com

And wonder about tomorrow.

 

Today ?

Its been OK

Really .

 

My future

has been CREATED

by what

I have had

Not by scraping together

What I might find tomorrow.

My future

has been

CREATED

by

Love and money

My future has possibilities:

What I do today

I can do because of yesterday.

Really .

Blogging from Birmingham UKi

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Should have worn my glasses ! But it is raining and I can’t see through them . Slippery bits along this canal Enter a caption

So here I am second day in Birmingham .Sitting I’m comfortable hotel lounge looking out to a grey sky . How come weather has turned as soon as I arrive ?

Going to walk along the canals today they run through this part of the city.     Miles of them the longest canals in Europe . Cutting a strong  swathe through the imposiing reconstructed and new buildings  which line each side . Canal boats moored to the walls and some travelling up and down the water

Yesterday I watched a mum wheel a toddler to one of the long boats and climb inside , other boats with younger people on deck lounging in the faint sunshine , others obviously occupied or waiting for owners to return from work or a walk . Hey once I thought of living on one of these and travelling up and down the waterways stopping at pubs , cycling along tow paths, sitting cosy inside in inclement weather . But today as I watched people steering narrow boats I did not have the slightest wish to be one of them . Standing at the wheel staring at the sides of the water as they slowly coast up towards the next lock. Hard work and parts must be as boring as sitting on a tour bus unable to get off

Today I think of how busy and noisy these waters once were with materials being moved up and down, people being transported to various towns and the steelworks either side with smoke billowing from chimneys . Some of the buildings are still in place, with a curious beauty of their own

 

Parts of this path are very pretty , wisteria growing out of the old solid walls and trees bending towards the water . I watched a bird for a while as it stared into the water below waiting to catch a fish I guess

 

Then I walked back as the sun came out . A watery sun but the rain has stopped . Back towards the city centre and the bold, unapologetic buildings throughout Birmingham City 3B608009-6167-4829-AD64-719C80396458