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For the next couple of days, I will be looking after Tony and Seb.
They are adorable and soooo cuddly but it needs to be said that the pungent smell periodically emitting from Tony’s arse,
I could do without!!
(Not to mention his sonic snoring:-)
But with a face like this….
(How can I possibly hold ANYTHING against him?:-)
If we were still looking at attachment strategies Tony would be a Type A (Avoidant)
If he could speak he would say:
“I don’t need anyone, I just need my couch”
(while wistfully watching the ‘Needy One’ zapping all the attention)
Darling Seb on the other hand would, without a doubt, be a
very clingy
look- at- me
give-me-attention
and
love – ME ALL THE TIME
Type C (Anxious Ambivalent).
It appears that they each have their own couch…
Although Seb, on the (very frequent) ‘odd’ occasion, gets overwhelmed by FOMO
(Fear Of Missing Out)
and then has to come and squeeze in between me and Tony.
He manages that for a couple of minutes until it dawns on him that a two-seater coach is really not big enough for 2 dogs, their human and her laptop. After a couple of minutes, the fantasies about the ‘space and freedom’ that comes with his very own couch overwhelm him and he hightails back there.
(Although that being said, every now and then he does seem to make it work….)
I have been trying to write my last post for the attachment theory but once again it’s not happening. Sometimes writing my posts feels like writing a dissertation that I’m NEVER going to get a doctorate for.
It is hugely enjoyable but ever so slightly draining.
As a result, I have pretty much wasted this entire weekend watching movies and documentaries about serial killers.
It’s not good for me.
This I know.
(I have a very morbid dark streek that’s hard to reign in sometimes.)
What’s a girl to do?
In my defence I have been dog walking in between…so it’s not like I’ve been completely lazy!
But alas, no serious writing has been done.
Hence I have decided that THIS post is going to be totally frivolous and about pretty much nothing at all.
(If that makes any sense at all?)
I just took Tony and Seb for a walk in Hyde park.
Walking Tony and Seb is like being stuck in a medical torture rack!
Seb LOVES to walk and is yanking me forward continually.
Tony, bless him, would much rather be sleeping on the couch,
so he pretty much needs to be dragged from behind.
(Tonight when I was putting his harness on he wouldn’t even wake up.
He just kept snoring )
(Personally, my lazy self agrees with Tony…we should ALL just stay on the couch!)
But remember I am working towards being ‘Earned Secure’
– the lazy streak will be banished!!
So in all honesty it’s not an overly pleasant experience walking the two of them together.
As much as I love them.. it’s a little exhausting.
Every time I take them out I find myself swearing under my breath that I will NEVER, EVER dogsit for them again.
But then…
I get home and I am so overwhelmed with love and absolute cuteness.
Seb following me around 24/7 (with those gorgeous doe eyes) and I fall in love with them all over again!
Anyway so, I decided to take them for a scenic walk around Serpentine lake …..
which didn’t seem to be that big.
I was wrong.
That bloody lake is fucking HUGE!!!
After about 30 min I attempted to cross over at the bridge only to get hopelessly lost as I couldn’t figure out which direction I was then supposed to walk.
(God did not gift me with any sense of direction.)
I had also rather stupidly left my cell phone with GoogleMaps on it at home.
So I did my best to wing it!
(It’s getting dark.)
One of the movies I watched was called ‘Deceit’ and it was about the serial killer who stabbed a young mum, Rachel Nickell 49 times on Wimbledon Common in 1992.
The murder took place in broad daylight and was done in front of her 2-year-old son.
It was pretty horrific.
She had been walking her dog.
I’m trying NOT to think about that.
(Tony is dragging even more.)
I stopped to ask a guy, who had a dog, if I was heading in the right direction to get to Paddington. He assure me I was and our dogs started ‘being friendly.’
(Dam he was actually kinda cute!)
And what that I heard???
OMG…could it be a South African accent?
I know I’m biased, but I love the male South African accent….. especially when it’s all smooshed up with a British twang.
(Female accent….mmmmm.. not so much, unfortunately.)
I noticed that he also had that very gay-sounding lilt that I for some reason find so incredibly, fucking sexy.
Is it any wonder I’m still single?
I should have been born a gay male.
We chatted for a bit.
He was from Durban.
His dog almost killed Seb TWICE.
I jumped out of my skin.
He assure me his dog was just playing.
(I wasnt convinced!)
I honestly believe we had a moment.
Then I left,
he left
and that was the end.
It’s a thrilling story I know.
BUT
I did turn around and say….”Well if you ever need a dog sitter?
His response was: “You are doing my dream job.”
(Mmmmm I am! )
That was it!
(Apparently, he didn’t need a dog sitter.)
But hey, I tried!!!
He then called after me to ask how long I had been living in London…
(There was hope!!!!!)
I said about 15 years, to which he seemed delighted and shouted: “Oh me too”
(Great to know!!)
And then that REALLY was it.
I went home.
It was an exciting day.
There is indeed a lesson in this for all of us.
Are you ready:
Life is definitely not like the movies people.
You might think I am feeling a bit depressed by my almost, ‘not so much’- meet-cute!
But ever the optimist ….
a) I actually spoke to a man who wasnt a geriatric.
(I think I am making progress.)
b) I wasnt killed by a serial killer!
c) I currently have two dogs fighting over who is going to be the top dog and sit on top of me!
I feel so loved.
What more do I need:-)
Ps One day I’m going to write an epic post about a very successful meet-cute!!
Just hang in there with me!!!
