Today was mine and Betty’s first day with GLB for company. And today, of course, is hotter than Hades. So, it was a bit trickier to work in a nice cool walk. I decided that we would do a slow meander around GLB’s home turf to get accustomed to me and Betty, and a then a few small walks in the shadier streets around me. Though he knows us from Saturday walks, he hasn’t spent time with JUST us before. Business done, we hopped into the car and back to Battersea with AC on full. Betty sweetly decided she’d sit with him in the back as he’s not overly fond of cars. He drooled over her to start off with (she didn’t mind) and then he settled with her. Back at home, he is the perfect house guest and after a thorough property evaluation, he amused himself by bringing toys to Betty who feigned total disinterest. When he set off downstairs to try to woo her with another toy, she quickly rounded up the loose toys next to her and then pretended she hadn’t moved at all. The plumber came to fix the leaky shower and was more excited by GLB than the job in hand. “He’s a proper dog, isn’t he? You could take him to the boozer. Is he your boyfriend’s dog?”. When I got Betty 7 years ago, I subscribed to the theory that getting a dog would introduce me to my husband. It turns out that choice of dog is all important here, ladies, if anyone wonders if there’s truth in this. I think I should have considered a lab, a spaniel, a border terrier or a staffy … or it turns out, a lurcher. Every cloud has a silver lining though, and Betty has introduced me to the most wonderful posse of gay best friends that a girl could need.
But … I have been loaned the “proper dog” for a few days and were it not so steaming hot that the only suitable outfit for hot dogging is shorts, sleeveless tee and hair-up-so-my-neck-can-breathe, then I would be dressed in my best ‘casually classy’ rig and casting GLB in the direction of handsome blokes in SW London like a fisherman casting his fly at rising trout …
