A Two Dog Odyssee

Tall Tales in the Suburbs...

Unlike me my dogs love routines. Set feeding times set bedtimes, fixed places for objects. A little rigid but I try to accommodate.

Anything out of the ordinary is met with suspicion. And a futile attempt at fear aggression. Choccy’s growls sound about as menacing as a piglet snorting.

Our dog walks are like little Odyssees. Epic adventures filled with friends (Cesar the terrier) and foes (all the other dogs).

Whenever we take the dogs out, we tell tall tales on our return. Mum came back this morning, buzzing with a mix of excitement and confusion. Stella and Chocolate had met a terrifying obstacle on their way to their favourite poop spot. It was large, roundish and a reddish brown. Bear?! A dead pine tree.

Both born and raised in Transylvania, the land of trees. Both would not budge.

Who would have thought life in the suburbs is this exciting.