It has been an absolutely glorious day. The sun has been out, there has been no wind, and it’s been like an early summer’s day.
Way too nice to stay indoors, so we decided to walk down to the Abbey, and were actually out for over three hours!
The town was quiet, with little traffic, and we had the Lady Chapel to ourselves. We lit candles for our dads and sat in companionable silence as the peace and serenity passed over us. Maggie curled herself under one of the seats and was still.
On the way back, we decided to treat ourselves to fishcake and chips.
The fishcakes were very nice, but the chips too greasy for our palette, though a ‘small’ portion was enough to feed four, and I’m afraid we ended up throwing some away.
We then got two cups of takeaway coffee from our favourite bakers, and sat back on the bench to people watch.
But in approaching the chippie, Hubby had heard a woman say to her husband
‘That dog could do with a good meal inside it’.
She was talking about Maggie, and when he told me, I was surprised, annoyed, and then angry.
So much so, that I was hoping they’d pass us again and I would be able to say something along these lines:
Maggie is not of the breed of fluffy, solid, border collie stock.
She is sleek, like her mother, and has always weighed well within the recommended set parameters of her breed and sex.
She is not starving. Her food is down all day and she eats when and if she wants to. We make sure her food and water bowls are never empty.
She has doggie and human treats within reason (fish cake today).
She has regular check ups with the vet, and is fit and healthy for her age.
As we were sitting there with our coffees, a guy came up to us and asked if he could share our bench.
He made a fuss of Maggie (who lapped it up) and said how lovely she was. He also remarked on how shiny and soft her coat is, and couldn’t believe she was 11.
I wish that stupid woman could have heard him.