Freya Makes a Friend

Unintentionally, we were out for quite a while the other night, when I took Freya back to the prom because she hadn't seen any other dogs for a couple of days. But I didn't take many photos because we were busy on this walk. First of all, she got her first proper look at sand. This was completely and overwhelmingly fascinating to her, and it was quite difficult to get her to move on. There's clearly a lot to sniff in sand.

We'd been walking for about two minutes when we saw another puppy. The puppy's humans were quite keen for him to meet Freya, so we went over and said hello (while keeping on the outside of two metres, of course). This was very exciting because our puppies looked the same – Harry was also a German shepherd, but mixed with collie. A shollie, apparently. His colouring was the same as Freya's, but he was a little bit bigger, being one week older than her, and also a boy. Harry's humans were quite happy to let the little dogs play for a while, which was wonderful. We watched as they did puppy biting and tumbling and jumping and wrestling, and we talked about training and what have you. I've never done this before, chatted with other dog people, but it was lovely. And so it was that Freya made her first friend. They mentioned a socially distanced puppy socialisation thing that they go to twice a week – we might try this. 

I could've stood there all evening, watching the puppies play and chatting to this nice couple. But my children were at home waiting to be fed and we'd only popped out for a quite walk. So we said goodbye, with a 'see you again sometime', and trotted off to see just a little bit more of the prom. Freya had already used up a good bit of energy, so we wouldn't need to go far now.

We paused for a little rest when I saw these single little pinpricks of light halfway round the bay that I'd never really paid attention to before. Lone houses, nice and private. Wouldn't it be luscious to live in one of those. Bet they cost a packet, mind! 

And then I took a photo of Grange because I always do. It always looks so twinkly and pretty, and much closer than photos suggest. 

We went just a bit further, to the sculpture of the peaks. Freya quite loved this. Partly because it was very sandy, but also because we ran in and out and up and down between the layers for a bit, and that was great fun. Course, I ran out of breath quite quickly, so we slowed to a walk again and set off back.

We didn't meet any more potential friends. We saw a lot of fully grown dogs, but lots of humans don't seem very keen to let their dogs do the socialising thing. I think it's quite safe – the humans can easily stay two metres apart while the dogs mess about. But that's alright. We'll try that puppy socialisation thing, if I can find it.

Until tomorrow, scrappers.

WQ+F