A sniff too far

It was a beautiful autumn afternoon when my bipeds decided to go exploring with me. We parked the car just off the road at the beginning of a track and set off on foot. We hadn’t gone far when we noticed something large and white following us, but every time we turned round he pretended that he just happened to be going the same way and had no interest in us at all.

Pyrenean Mountain Dog, Great Pyrenees

I’m not following you, I’m just sniffing

Pyrenean Mountain Dogs, Great Pyrenees, Clowie and Romeo

Maybe I’m following you

He gradually worked his way closer to us, but was a little nervous of the bipeds. He moved away if they went too close to him, but he followed closely behind me. My bipeds said we looked as though we were dancing the conga!

Pyrenean Mountain Dogs, Great Pyrenees, Clowie and Romeo

This is how we dance the conga!

We stopped to sniff at something interesting and when I moved on with my bipeds, he stayed to sniff. My bipeds wondered whether he had lost interest in us and would go home, but a moment later we turned to see him hurrying to catch up with us. By this time my bipeds had named him Romeo, they’d obviously noticed his amorous intentions!

Pyrenean Mountain Dog, Great Pyrenees

Wait for me!

The track followed a stream, but crossed it to follow the opposite bank a few times. We had to splash through the stream!

Pyrenean Mountain Dogs, Great Pyrenees, in a stream

Splashing along

We met some other bipeds going in the opposite direction. They greeted my bipeds and my bipeds asked if the dog belonged to them – my bipeds were a bit concerned about him. The other bipeds said that he wasn’t theirs, but he spent a lot of time wandering about in the area. There was a house on a hill overlooking where we had parked and they said he lived up there.

Romeo became a little too persistent and intimate in his sniffing. I sat and gave him a look, he took the hint and backed off a little. It wasn’t long before he was getting too pushy again. I repeated the sit a few times but he became even more persistent and I had to tell him he was overstepping the mark. He flopped down on the track looking very sad.

Pyrenean Mountain Dog, Great Pyrenees, in the mud

I didn’t mean any harm, honest!

I went a little closer and looked down at him. He said he was very sorry that he had got too excited and impolite, but that he hadn’t seen such a gorgeous creature as me since the last time he’d caught sight of his own reflection. I said that was a nice compliment – almost!

My bipeds decided it was time for us to return to the car. Romeo was friendly but respectful to me on the way back. He decided he wasn’t nervous of my bipeds after all.

Pyrenean Mountain Dog, Great Pyrenees, being stroked

How did you know I like my ears being rubbed?

Head of Clowie, Pyrenean Mountain Dog, Great Pyrenees

I taught my biped to do that!

As we got nearer to the car, I heard my bipeds discussing what to do about Romeo. But as soon as they unlocked the car, he moved away and crossed the road. We could see him bounding up towards the house on the hill.

See you next Wednesday!

Slip sliding away

Before I tell you today’s tale, I have a couple of things to share with you. My friend Basil, in North Yorkshire, England, is looking for a home for a young cat. Over at Doggy’s Style they are concerned for a man who is missing, he is from Santander, Spain. Update:¬†Good news – the missing man has been found alive.

Now for my tale:

It was a lovely day and we went to a spot by a very pretty mountain stream that we’ve been to quite often. The bipeds were having a picnic and I was enjoying splashing about in the stream. We were near waterfalls that have worn the rock into all sorts of strange shapes and there are lots of pools. The stream wasn’t as wide as usual as it was near the end of summer and there hadn’t been much rain for a while. There was a deep pool at the side of the stream that had very slippery rock all the way around it. It had become stagnant as the stream wasn’t flowing into it.

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