So, today I was standing in Starbucks, chatting to Grace, when, suddenly, a grey Staffie leapt at me and clamped her jaws around my hand. It was a bit of a shock.
Fortunately I knew the Staffie and she was just playing with my hand.
Her name is Bella and we see her in the park every now and then. In the park I see her with the husband of the woman who had her in Starbucks. Bella always comes over to say hello to the girls but just adores humans and will usually devote all her attention to me. She is ten months old and a bunch of wiggle. I’m not generally that keen on Staffies but Bella is ridiculously cute and always so happy.
I really love the fact that people can now bring dogs into Starbucks. It’s such a shame that it’s not always been the case, especially when I had Day-z with me after Carmen died. I can still see her mournful expression while she waited for me at the outside table.
Being a Sunday, I had to walk in and back but, it would appear that my knee is almost completely better.
Sadly the same can’t be said for poor Mirinda who seems to have caught it off me. Subsequently she spent the day off her knee, embracing hygge to the max.
To be honest, neither of us did much of anything and we had lamb chops for dinner.