Moose poo and a pet taxi

Once, in Farnham, on a very hot day, I tried to get a taxi driver to take me to our temporary accommodation at Frensham. He refused. The reason he refused was because I had Day-z with me, and he wouldn’t take a dog in his cab. This irritated me so much that I went and sat in the beer garden of the Mulberry, cooling down with a beer, and waited for the next bus.

Of course, Carol and her drivers would always take the dogs if we needed and could book ahead, but she was definitely in the minority.

Here, in Sweden, normal taxis are not licensed to take pets of any kind. The Swedes, who love pets, created pet taxis in order to alleviate the problem of pet owners without cars. I saw one today while out shopping. I wasn’t quick enough to get a photo, so I’ve borrowed one from their website.

Image from their website at https://husdjurstransporter.se/

What a brilliant idea. If I ever have to rush the girls to the vet, I’ll know who to call.

But that wasn’t the only excitement for today.

Mirinda had taken the girls out the back of the house to run around and relieve themselves. She spotted a strange little pile of what appeared to be chocolate raisins. Odd, she thought.

When she returned to the house, she asked me if I knew what moose poo looked like. My scat knowledge does not extend to anything beyond knowing that otter poo smells like violets, so I suggested she ask Google for an image.

And it would appear that our first sighting of a moose is of its waste. Directly underneath the lounge room window. I don’t think there’s a plan to sit outside and wait for a big animal to poo. I hope there never is.

As for me, I took my trolley up to Trollbäcken Centrum and shopped. The bus dropped me at the underpass which I used to great effect. I have no idea whether all Stockholm underpasses have flowers in them, but it does brighten this one up a bit.

Shopping done, I hopped on a returning bus and back home in extra short time. I much prefer shopping every two days rather than weekly. I honestly have no idea how people do a weekly shop all the time. I realise we did when we lived in Alton, but I don’t remember how I decided what meals I was going to prepare a week in advance.

Two meals at a time makes things much easier for me. And it’s nicer getting fresh ingredients. It also gets me out of the house and being independent.

While I was waiting for the bus I noticed how different the roundabout looked from only a couple of days ago.

It’s like the snow never happened.

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