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Freya thinks she’s a leopard. Not because she’s a wild, sleek and energetic feline, but because she loves lying on the back of the lounge like a leopard strewn on a branch of a tree. She has done this her whole life. For such a sleep obsessed dog, she is strangely agile. When she was much younger, she would stand on my shoulders while I cooked. It’s why I call her ‘monkey’.
I’ve never known her to fall. Until tonight, that is.
She had had a pretty full day, to be fair. Today was the Trosa Harvest/Autumn Market and, obviously, we took the girls. There are always lots of legs and feet to dodge, something that can stress out a little dog. There were plenty of other dogs out and about at the market and I’m thinking they felt about the same as our two.
It doesn’t look that crowded, judging by the photo above but we were pretty late getting into town and it was probably a lot more crowded in the morning. Actually, we were so late that all the corn had gone and the stall selling it was empty. Mind you, we still managed to run into someone we knew: Annika from Lagnö Bo came up and we all chatted for a bit.
Speaking of corn, I chatted to The Running Man in the morning. He told me that he’d been on a moped run in Gnesta with a bunch of other moped riders. I think it was some sort of competition to see who could make the most noise while spreading noxious fumes all over the countryside. He didn’t say if he won but I reckon he may have come close.
Anyway, he also asked if I was going to the market. He loves corn and goes every year to buy a load. He was a bit concerned about eating corn and his diabetes, he said, but felt it was okay if it was just once a year. When I spotted the empty corn stand, I hoped that he’d gone early enough to grab a few ears.
We managed to have lunch at Två Små Svin, something I’ve never managed to do at a Trosa market before. And, to be fair, we just managed to get a table when a group left as we arrived. Other people, after us, were turned away and told to come back later. Naturally, the food was delicious.
We then headed up the river and ‘did’ the market before returning home.
Then, after dinner, while we were watching an insane Japanese programme on the TV, Freya’s loud snoring suddenly stopped as she crashed to the floor behind the sofa.
She looked a bit dazed as she walked around the sofa and to the centre of the rug. She was fine, just shocked. Mirinda reckoned she was saved any serious injury because of her newly bouffy hair-do. Emma, of course, paid her no heed whatsoever while the two of us fussed over our poor little monkey.
