Three hounds and a budgie

On Sunday we had a greyhound meetup. C and her friend Erica both brought their dogs, Rocky and Minnie, to join Val and Kardygirl at Mullaloo Beach so that we could do a coastal footpath walk. At one point we were going past a row of houses and a man yelled out “Get that f***ing dog off my garden!” How unbelievably rude! 

Afterwards we went out for breakfast. The three greyhounds attracted a fair amount of attention and took up a lot of space on the terrace at the cafe. The waitress even brought out dog biscuits for them. Val and I enjoyed some buttermilk pancakes, while C had granola with strawberries. Erica enjoyed a chocolate croissant.

This was the view from the car park: it was a beautiful morning.

Now for the budgie story:

Val used to play golf with her friend Barbara. One day they found an injured budgie and Val decided to take it home with her, since she kept lots of birds in an aviary in her garden. On the way she was pulled over by the police for speeding. She explained about the “emergency” and the policeman asked to see the budgie. Val said “It’s in my cap and inside my handbag, but I can’t open it or it will fly away.” He looked at her for a moment and then asked to see her driving license.  She replied “That’s in my handbag too and I really don’t want the budgie to escape.” The policeman had had enough by this time and just waived her on.

Walking the dog early this morning.