Something weird happens when you get a dog. Suddenly you become part of this little club you never knew existed. People actually smile and talk and even make eye contact with you. I’ve seen people coo over babies in prams, but dogs? I guess I’d never noticed it before. It’s actually pretty nice talking to other people about Leni – especially when you’re as in love with her as I am. In fact, it’s a little embarrassing. I’m sure they just want to give her a little stroke and know her name (“Leni hmm, that’s a man’s name isn’t it?” No, she’s not named after bloody Lenny Henry) but I don’t think they bargain on me giving them a little overview of her life history. Bless them – they might think twice before stopping me and this little fluff again.
Before we got Leni, Puppy Daddy and I walked along Hove seafront a lot. I’d bought him an illustrated dog book from Urban Outfitters so we could learn all the different dog breeds we’d see. Then when we walked we’d point out all these different dog breeds. I like to call this ‘Dog Spotting’, kinda like train or bird spotting but way more fun. Considering we didn’t have a dog at the time, I could see why some people looked at me strangely when I explained our pastime. My logic is that train spotters don’t generally own their own train, so looking at dogs is completely normal, no?
Anyway, this week Leni was finally allowed out after her second set of injections. Of course we just couldn’t walk her round the block, she needs some adventure in her life, so we went to Beachy Head.
We walked along the tops of the Sussex cliffs then descended down onto the beach where the tide was out, revealing a stretch of seaweed-soaked rock pools. It was incredible. Beachy Head is just outside of Brighton so it hadn’t attracted crowds of people despite the sunny weather.
Leni kind of made friends with a really cute pointer cross labrador (although he was a bit excitable for Leni’s first outing) and later a labradoodle called Jackson, who kept plunging his head into the water to search for rocks.
Leni went to the water’s edge and loved walking on the little pebbles and taking in all the new smells. I think puppy daddy and I loved it just as much as she did. We’re forever trying to get each other’s attention only to say “OMG look at Leni”. She’s usually only sniffing at a new rock or pulling a really nondescript face, but we’re fascinated by her every move. You can probably tell; neither one of us wears the trousers any more, Leni does.
I think our next trip will probably be along Hove seafront, her new local. Until then, when you’re next out; watch out for those dog spotters.
K&L and Puppy Daddy (AKA photographer for the day)