Tuesday, January 22, 2019
All Olga, All the Time
Since we dealt with relatively weighty topics yesterday, let's have a fun pictorial post about THE DOG! Because, after all, you don't get enough of those.
I took Olga walking on Sunday morning, as usual, and we found an abandoned foam ball near the "Black Path" that runs alongside the train tracks in West Hampstead. She promptly and enthusiastically tore it to pieces. (Don't worry -- I picked up the shrapnel.)
It didn't take long for her to find a second ball -- a tennis ball on the street outside the Alliance pub. She carried it to Fortune Green, where she promptly demolished it, too.
Then, as we walked past the gates to Hampstead Cemetery, she got very upset at one of the spherical metal braces that stop the gates from swinging open too far (kind of like a doorstop). Do you see it there, just past the bars on the right? She was convinced that sphere was yet another ball, and she barked and barked at it.
We found an interesting poster for an all-female music festival. Olga wants a pink vinyl dress, too.
Later in the afternoon we walked to Hampstead Heath. We found a small conifer planted where I don't remember a conifer a few weeks ago. I'm thinking it's someone's live Christmas tree. But maybe it's been there a while and I just never noticed it before.
The day was beautiful...
...and we both took full advantage of that rare winter sun!