Douglas Diary 28th April 2014. Camp hill to Curdworth.
We survived last night in our small haven at Camp Hill. This was a convenient and safe mooring as the only access to or from it was by floating kennel or indeed a special key which happily my bearded one had. We felt confident that leaving my long kennel alone here for a short while was safe enough behind the six foot high palisaded razor wire topped fence and so after a while, I suggested I took them both for an exploratory walk. I did not take the capricious weather into account and we were a good mile away from my long kennel before it started to seriously rain and I was the only one with a coat. We found shelter under a road bridge and it was then that my bearded one remembered that I was out of biscuits. The brave soul spotted a likely shop selling Eastern comestibles, he made as fast a dash as his hurty knee would allow, and returned soaking wet with a packet of Whiskers would you believe that! Apparently my kind are not popular in this area. Looking around me, I am not so sure that their kind is either.
After I forced down some of this cat food for my breakfast, they had bacon and eggs, we set off, it was early. We picked our way through a series of descending locks, through the suburbs and countless decaying warehouses to Sutton Coldfield and then out into refreshing countryside once again along the Birmingham and Fazeley Canal. I walked a lot of the way as there were many locks for me to supervise. By tea time, we stopped our journey and moored my long kennel right outside a big house called “the White Horse” how convenient was that?
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I’m a little concerned as to why the bearded one took you into the depths of deepest Brum Douglas ! Did he mention anything about the halal ‘Whiskers’ at all ? Anyway, why was he showing you the Islamic Relief Centre as that is no place to mend his knee? The place is no healing centre and actually is where dozens were injured when the bunk beds recently collapsed ……….I think they had bought them from Al-Ikea…….I think that’s the same shop he gets his halal, cured, raw, smelly fish from in Swedish jam jars…..you know the ones…….they sell beds as well, oh and the fix it yourself office chairs……..you’ll remember the ones…….the one he constructed outside the office door then realised it was too big to go through, you did laugh !
He does show you some strange sights !
Thank you For your concerns..When we got back to civilisation he bought me some proper food. Interestingly, you have heard of the expression “hail taxi” how about “halal taxi” when we needed a taxi on an occasion, I was refused entry, a driver from another tribe…..back soon
Hi Dougie……………….the bearded one obviously didn’t apply any logic as the ones that always carry four legged ones are the Austin Al Alegros…………