We just returned from a long walk in the dunes and on the beach. It is cold outside, winter is here!
I don’t mind the cold. As long as I keep moving I am warm. So I was glad when we were on the beach, so I could run.
However, after a while I slowed my pace, because there was something very awkward moving on the beach:
It was slithering over the sand (one can hardly call that movement walking) and it was not amused to see us. It made noises and M said: “I don’t think it likes us being here.” Well, I am certain it did not like us, because I could understand what it said. I won’t repeat it here, but it was very clear. Sea creatures use some rough language!
We never met a sea creature like this before. I cautiously investigated it, from a distance – one never knows how wild creatures react and I like my dainty nose. Anyway: it smelled like salt. Fishy things. Exciting!
I had the most awesome weekend. My boy-friend was here! We had a great time.
We played on the beach:
We made a nice long walk in the dunes:
After that, we chilled together:
It was splendid and terrific and totally cool. He is gone now, gone to his own home. Which makes me a bit sad. I do hope I will see him again, soon!
We just got back from a walk in the dunes. We go there a lot, almost every day, and I never tire of it. It is a wonderful place, with a myriad of smells: salty water, rabbits and foxes and birds.
There are a lot of paths, big broad ones and small ones that are more like trails. The little ones seem to change all the time and I really like that. Old ones are closing and new ones are opening. We discovered a new one, just now:
We made an exciting walk today. It was warm and sunny, nice weather for a walk. Although I think any weather is good for a walk, it is just great to be outdoors. We went to the dunes and the beach!
I did some good running and swam to cool down. When we walked back through the dunes we encountered some wildlife! This is me, spotting it:
Okay, it was not really wildlife, but it was roaming free so I considered it wildlife. And a suitable prey.
Unfortunately the feline just stayed there, watching me. That is not supposed to happen. They ought to run, so I can chase them! So when M insisted that I walked on with her, I did. Next time I hope it will run away from me.
So P is back home and he took the snow with him! It is amazing, the things he can do… This morning when we went on our first little walk the world suddenly had changed. Yesterday I smelled the air and sensed something was coming, but I did not know what to expect. This morning it became clear what I had smelled.
The paths and trees and everything is covered in a thin layer of soft cool stuff that tickles between my toes. It is cold and therefore there is not much to smell – the earth holds her breath in the cold, you know. Everything is quiet. How did P manage to do this?
I had the pleasure of seeing my old friend again, movie star Hester. It has been a while since I saw her – she is very old and doesn’t go to the beach anymore. But yesterday she had a good day and we went to the woods together. She still looks gorgeous, by the way.
It was fun. The sun was shining and Hester pottered around happily, sniffing here and there. I was actively investigating our surroundings, in case there was a squirrel passing by or a dangerous dog approaching. Nothing of the kind happened. We just had a happy walk.
Which is a good thing, especially with old friends.
I like chasing birds and cats and little dogs, but most of all I like to chase foxes. I did it once. We were walking through a field and there it was, a slender fox, right in front of me. In cases like this I do not hesitate: I was off full speed immediately. The fox saw me too (they are not stupid, you know) and started to run towards some bushes. In order to get there, it had to cross the path where we were walking. I sensed where it was going and I raced towards the bushes too, intercepting the fox on his way there. I missed him by half a nose length – he escaped in the prickly bushes. Men, he was fast!
It was the best chase I ever had.
I would love to get another chance of hunting fox. So you can imagine I was thrilled when we were walking in the dunes and there it was, a big fat fox. Just sitting there, in the sunlight.
I smelled it and my muscles started to tense. It was pretty far away and there was a hollow with some prickly bushes between us, so I had to think up a clever plan in order to make this hunt succeed. Then the fox did this:
He arched his back to shit! This was a great opportunity for me, the moment to start the chase. You see: when one defecates, one is temporarily focussed on just that. One can not run and defecate at the same time. Every dog knows this. This was my chance to get close to the fox, he would never be able to outrun me.
But to my great misfortune M had me on a leash and would not let me go. I couldn’t believe she did not let me, I still can’t believe it. This could have been my one and only chance to chase a fox again! I am depressed, really depressed.