This morning i got kitted out in my Amelia Earhart http://www.ameliaearhartmuseum.org/signwo1.htm knitted
hat,loft filled gloves,heyah promotional zip up cardigan , old green hoodie,Real supermarket grey
cords, berghuas fleece and jacket,solomon boots ,annd two pairs of socks. Dont forget the
pomadka ochronna do ust 2 filtrem uv lip balm, west ice cigarettes, yellow lighter and BIG RED
chewing gum.
http://www.candyandstuff.com/bigredchewgu.html
http://www.wrigley.com/wrigley/about/about_story.asp
Then whillst sweating like im in a sauna with a silver thermal blanket on under
some spotlights i try to attach the dogs lead. The heating is on and so its hot enough with a
teeshirtand shorts . The Samoyed has a long white collar and so when i snap shut the collar the
hair gets got in the fastner. She doesnt want to stay still because she really wants to get out and
do the business. Shes also yelping alot which manages to peirce the ears which are right by her
head due to collar problems . After attempt two or three i manage to get her collar on. Then
its a matter of getting the gloves back on and the keys in the pocket while turning the lock dial of
the door. All this happening while the dog runs full blast out past the flat lobby filled with plants.
Im about three feet of the marble hall and the momentum pulls me down the flight of stairs at
samoyed sledge speed. I manage to avoid breaking any bones by some kind of miracle. Outside
im dragged around like some kind of human sled as Hera the Samoyed does her thing. It takes
about three minutes . It takes longer preparing for the walk. Theres been a heavy fall of
powder last night and its misty out too. So the towerblocks look all shrouded in the snow mist
and hazy. Its perfect for photographs. So i want to lose the dog and come baack out . Its about
half paast seven am. The only colour really is the Beverly hills video signage
http://www.bhv.pl/
and the bright
yellow hexagaonal kiosk in the middle of the square. The pathway bins are also that colour .
They look like yellow frogs and the kiosk looks like the mother ship. The lady in the kiosk jumps
out at me . Shes talking in Polish and i dont know what shes saying . In one hand she has some
uncooked sausages. Its for the dog naad she starts saying Mayas dog and smiling alot. Hera is
looking at the sausage as if to say what is thing i wnat it fried with tomato and a garnish. But
then she breaks up the sasuage meat and hera starts to eat it. Its the worst thing now i need
the bathroom and i have to wait while hera eats the sausage meat. Just when it looks like its all
over the koisk woman comes back out with more meat . Other dogs have started to come over
now , its a regular meat feeding frenzy. these dogs are the lucky ones though . The rest are
muzzled often with a snow ball attached to the end of the wire cage.
http://www.morrco.com/dogmuzzles1.html
One man saw his dog had
snow lodged in his muzzle yesterday and so proceeded to hit the dogs head of the ground .The
alsatian looked really bemused , the snow on the end of the muzzle stayed fast though. No point
of putting your fingers in the muzzle to get the snowout the cage, the dog would have the fingers
snapped right off. (maybe because your hitting your dogs head off the pavement?go figure) Why
do they all have muzzles ? Obviously so they dont eat the scottish dog walker. I manage to get
the dog back to the house and get my camera and go out . All i want is a shot of some crows
againts the snow. The crows look fantastic flying against the white powder. Every time i go to
take a picture they all fly away and settle thirty feet of the ground in the pine trees. I swear
they are laughing at me . For about an hour i follow the crows around as they pose and then fly
away just when i press the shutter. "hey why do you have so many pictures of pine tree stumps
and snow?"oh well there were great crows there its just i was too slow. The crows laugh at me
even more when they see that have lost my glove . I follow myfootsteps around the block until
i find the glove.
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