Freya enjoyed a tiny bit of overstimulation on the prom this evening, starting with the bright lights of the amusement arcade. But we're in lockdown, of course, so everything was closed and not as overstimulating as it will be in six months or so. Also, there were hardly any people, so it didn't look likely that we'd meet any other dogs today.
Freya did meet Eric Morecambe though. She didn't seem impressed, or it could've been simply that she felt quite strongly that it was time for a treat, hence the sitting very patiently. Actually, she doesn't seem to get fazed by anything much – she's just dead cool about everything we encounter. Apart from that Dobermann yesterday.
There were some fireworks this evening. Just a small burst, not sure what for. Freya didn't notice them though because they were a good quarter of a mile away, and also it had started raining, which was a new one on her. I found it very refreshing because we've had the heating on just a tiny bit, but I don't think it's cold enough yet and I was a bit too hot when we set out for our little walk. It was a very cold rain, but it wasn't windy, so quite lovely.
We couldn't go much further south because we ran out of light. They don't bother with all of the street lights during lockdown, understandably. The camera lies – it was much darker than it looks here:
Back north, it was also much darker than it looks here. I suppose it probably looked like this to Freya because dogs have better night vision than us. That's Grange, across the bay.
We walked in the rain until Freya started to lag behind me, a sure sign that her little legs had had enough because she usually walks next to me or a little way in front. But not a bad effort at all. I could quite happily have walked a couple of miles, but that's not what we're about at the moment. Plenty of time for longer distances when the young miss has done some more growing.
We stopped a little way before the Bay Cafe, where I worked a couple of shifts once when I was 17. They used to serve lovely fish and chips, and I'm sure they still do.
We were soon back at the car, and Miss Freya had no energy left to climb in so had to be lifted. Oh, it's such a hard life, being a puppy.
You'll notice that Matthew hasn't accompanied us on any walks, but that's because he's doing his own walks around the block with Freya, and they're not being photographed or witnessed by me, so I can't write about them. In fact, she's having walks with everyone. No wonder she's knackered!
Until tomorrow, winter warmers.
WQ+F
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