There's one on the park near me it makes me get angry or cry. The owner says he's on a diet. Yeah right. The vets have refused to weigh him because she clearly is not following instructions. I suspect the rspca will be involved soon
Oh, I can't stand scented poo bags! The first ones I ever bought - and I bought a lot! - were scented. The smell sort of mingled with the contents ... eugh! I quickly realised that thicker poo bags were worth the extra cost - sometimes I'm walking for hours with them in my bag, and the occasional waft really isn't pleasant!
We often walk in parks where there are no bins so you have to take all rubbish home with you. I double bag on those occasions as a single-bagged "poo in the boot" on the way home can pretty awful
Thumbs down for scented poo bags. The scent just reminds me of poo. It's horrible on your hands and in your pockets. I hang the bag on the rear wiper. And try and remember not to use said wiper.
If it's a truly bad one, I open the window, dangle it through and close the window so the poo hangs on the outside! I've not had to do that in a loooong time, though, thankfully
I used scented bags to gather blackberries a bunch of times this summer. The berries were still delicious Lol at the bag hanging off the rear wiper
I have visions of hitting the rear viper button by mistake and then....praying for very heavy rain to follow
So yet again, something weird happened to me on my dog walk today. I'll cut and paste what I shared on facebook (minus the swears), but I'll add some background info first - I attract people in distress like a beacon. This is the 5th time in 9 years that something like this has happened, and the 4th time involving the police. What do you think the universe is trying to tell me? What weird thing happened to Sophie today, #126 I'm walking the dog through Papakowhai when a lady (probably in her 50s) calls me over. It becomes immediately apparent that she speaks zero English. I assume she's lost and pull out my phone and open up Maps and she shakes her head. Ok, not lost. She shows me a number on her hand and says "China". Cool, let's just call China with my 0 international minutes. So we call China - no answer. We call a different number in China - no answer. And again - no answer. By this point I'm thinking JUST GO HOME LADY AND FIGURE IT OUT FROM THERE. But she doesn't speak English so I can't impart my wisdom on her. So I do the only thing I can think of bar calling the police - I call the Chinese Embassy and explain the situation and ask him if he can help me figure out what she wants. After 6 minutes of back and forth (I hear the word Te Papa (museum in central Wellington, 25 minutes away) in there, wth?), he tells me "she doesn't remember where she lives" *headdesk*. At this precise moment the police show up - YAY! I quickly explain what I've learnt, they tell me it's cool cos they have google translate, and I get the sausage out of there as fast as two legs and four paws can. Godspeed to the po-po because that was going to be a doozy to figure out.
Kudos to your patience level in trying to help the lady! I don't attract people in distress, but I do (more so when I still had Brogan with me) seem to have a face that screams "I'm non-threatening and give out excellent directions." Well, I am non-threatening, but I kind of stink at giving directions. What always makes me laugh, though, is how many times I get asked for directions in a language that I happen to speak but is not the language of the country I'm in. I answer the person in whatever language they asked the question in, they toddle off on their way and never seem surprised that some random person in Italy (for example) answered them in Spanish/German/French/English. I always think that if the whole software marketing thing goes bust, I could always get a job in some little local tourist office. Maybe your backup career is in emergency rescue services?
Well done Sophie! @Xena Dog Princess I always seem to attract weirdos. My friends and OH love it because it just ends up being me, looking really uncomfortable when someone is telling me their life story. I'm not even sure why - I'm not even a very friendly person. And I have one of the worst cases of bitchy resting face ever - so I just always look fuming!
Gosh, me too! The number of times I've happily given directions I thought were good, then walked off and thought .. "oh, whoops, that was wrong". Once, in Andorra, someone asked the way to Spain. It's pretty easy - one road in and out, one way is France, one way is Spain. Guess which way I sent them? I am equally bad at following directions. I will ask someone the way, then immediately switch off because, dammit, it's just so boring!
Heh, the only actual crazy person I've attracted hopped into my car when I was approaching a roundabout and demanded that I drive her into town. So I did.
Shadow has a pink bum. We went for a walk on Sunday to a vineyard. A little way in, they found an amazing reed bed, filled with bright orange muddy water. Sadly, it's too subtle for a camera to show, but it does make me laugh, as he sashays away, pink rinse agogo.
This happens to me much more often than I'd like to admit and I always feel really badly for the person afterwards. I can imagine them cursing my (unknown) name when they figure out 30 minutes later that I've sent them off on a tangent!
Very excited some butterflies have laid eggs on the nettles I planted and they are hatching. I wonder what sort they are?
