I’ll begin at an end. The newspaper headlines today are : End of Obama Honeymoon. I’d given Kali (the dog) to Miranda to look after while Barry and I partied in Norwich at a fancy dress, and our B&B did not cater for dogs. After collecting Kali from Miranda, I found a dog revolt. As if to say ‘never leave me again’, he ran out to any passerby, with his dog eyes looking back to me, tanterlising. He didn’t fall for any of the tricks, throwing the ball, chiming his dog food bowl. And every time I approached him, he ran away, sitting again at a little distance to tempt me to him. ‘I’ll not be caught and sent away again’ as if to say. That night he did not even look at me. Any strokes were dismissed by moving away. Blast his dog eyes!
But come the morning, he came back.
Kalikellett 