Monday, January 6, 2020
It may seem dark to write about the precarious joint health of my dog one day, and then show her standing in a graveyard the next. It's purely coincidental, I assure you.
In fact, Olga seemed much better yesterday. She went on her usual morning walk and then accompanied me to the cemetery in the afternoon, where she chased squirrels with only slightly less abandon than usual.
We left the Kong at home, but she brought a tennis ball and even managed to get a little dirty, which always equals happiness. (For her, anyway.) I didn't see any visible limping.
I noticed a very old grave decorated rather bizarrely with Hello Kitty and other figurines. The people in the grave -- a man and woman -- were both adults when they died, he in 1910 and she in 1935. So why Hello Kitty? It's a mystery.
But maybe not as mysterious as this grave, decorated with a Magimix Compact 3100 food processor.
(OK, that may have just been dumped there.)
Speaking of dumped rubbish, the pile of discarded Christmas trees at Fortune Green is gigantic -- bigger than I've ever seen it. The council has some serious mulching to do!