Riley's dog walker is on vacation this week. I have a feeling that is one of the worst possible fates that can befall Riley. She's stuck with me all week! She probably has nightmares about Marta not showing up. Picture her - asleep, her paws twitching, maybe her back legs sticking up in the air, and she's dreaming about life without a walker. No parks, no running, no treats, no dogs, it's like the apocalypse. All burning buildings and deserted streets, just the two of us, walking around the block. Sad.
Anyway, because I am walking her this week I thought I'd make an effort (and hopefully make her forget about Marta in the process!) and take her to Battersea. It was such a nice morning - all blue skies, crisp Autumn air, falling leaves. Riley had so much fun. I am still a sissy when it comes to her, so I don't let her off leash, but she still had a nice walk I think. She practically dragged me across Chelsea Bridge she was pulling so hard in anticipation. You could see the excitement in her beady eyes. I am hoping the weather holds up, at least staying dry, so I can take her back there this week. I really wished I had my (actual) camera this morning, it was all so pretty.
So we get home and a few hours later I look out the window and happen to see some woman with frizzier hair than mine looking up at me. Why she was looking into my windows I don't know, but it was a bit nosy I think. Then I happen to see the van parked outside.
Yes, it was the dog unit (terrible logo I must say) and I was nervous they were going to haul my dog off to the big house. I started worrying that she broke out one night while we were asleep and went on a drunken rampage, hitting up any male dog she saw on the street. Or maybe she spent a few hours stealing food and treats from other dogs, and was wanted in both Westminster and Kensington and Chelsea for her crimes. I sent Dave an email with this picture, titled "they're coming for her" and he immediately sent me back a snippy reply. I guess he didn't appreciate my humor and chastised me for even joking about it. (So how will he feel about this blog post???) I thought it was funny, and in my opinion, if I have a good joke I am going to share it with people. He should thank me for trying to lighten his day. But seriously, the woman who was nosing around the neighborhood looking into windows was the actual dog unit captain. I wasn't too concerned. I knew I could take her down if she tried to take my dog. It probably would have been a good fight. In fact Dave probably would have appreciated THAT, even if he doesn't appreciate my jokes.
But more importantly Riley is safe - the woman and her ugly van drove off, I guess they couldn't find the perp.
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