There’s a bakery in a nearby village that sends a van out to the neighbouring villages a couple of times a week. My bipeds don’t often buy from it as it never arrives at the same time twice! But this particular day we were just on our way out for a walk when it arrived. My bipeds decided to buy some croissants and take them with us on our walk.
Usually my bipeds put food into a rucksack to carry, but the male biped was carrying the bag of croissants in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. This was because the weather was cool and we were going to the stream, so we didn’t need to take water for me to drink.
We have to pass Ron’s house to get to the stream – his full name is Turrón, but everyone calls him Ron. He is a young German Shepherd Dog and he spends most of his time hanging about in the road outside his house. It seems to be the highlight of his day when we go by. Most bipeds are nervous of him because he is large and, it has to be said, lacking in manners! My bipeds make a fuss of him and he has learnt not to leap all over them because they don’t give him any attention if he does.
Ron came rushing up to see us and my bipeds expected him to stand in front of us and wait for a fuss, as he usually does. But Ron tried to snatch the bag of croissants! Luckily the male biped was slightly quicker than Ron was and moved the bag away from him. My bipeds decided it was a day to ignore a rather naughty doggy and continued walking. That was not as easy as it sounds for my male biped, as Ron was enthusiastically jumping up his back as we walked away!
He followed us for a little way and then he dropped out of sight. My bipeds laughed and said he’d given up and what a relief that was. I kept looking round and stopping to listen, and my bipeds wondered what was so interesting, as I’m usually keen to get to the stream quickly.
We arrived at the stream and wandered along it a little way to a place where there are some rocks that the bipeds find relatively comfortable to sit on. They settled down and opened the bag of croissants. I barked a gentle warning and looked at the riverbank behind my bipeds. They turned to look in time to come face to face with Ron. His plan had been to sneak up behind them and lean over their shoulders and take the croissants from their hands!
They told him “no” and stood up to eat. Ron looked at me and decided not to jump up them. He watched them eat. When they had finished eating my bipeds gave him one of my treats! I would have been quite jealous if they hadn’t given me two and told me how good I was. Ron had a quick splash in the stream with me and then he left. We continued our walk and when we returned past Ron’s house later, he came up to greet us as though nothing had happened at all.
I think he now knows he can’t sneak up on my bipeds without me knowing!
See you next Wednesday!