Stalking...

I wouldn't necessary call it stalking but I did kind of stalk a Daschund the other day. The dog in question is the one that lives in my neighbourhood, the one that Jude called a jobby on a lead.

The other day I was driving into our cul de sac and saw the proud pup with it's owner on the road just beside my house. I didn't have the courage to stop and ask the owner about the pup, name, how old, how cute etc...but when I drove into my drive I reversed back out to go forth and speak. Except when I was nearing the dog and owner, I bottled it. No idea why? I think the British in me (good excuse for being shy) held me back. So my journey out of the cul de sac continued left and I had to turn to head back home past the pair.

This time I thought, I will speak. I saw the dog and it's owner, the dog, so lovely, skipping about not knowing that some random woman has driven past it 3 times in the space of 2 minutes...I slowed down as I approached them and the owner looked up and instead of rolling down the window, (OK it's 2010 I pressed the button and my electric window slid down) I mouthed "your dog's so adorable" which resulted in the owner nodding confused at me and I carried on driving thinking you idiot! I should have got out the car, said hi and asked a couple of questions.....

You see it goes back to my early years of walking other people's dogs, the fixation of holding the lead and pretending the dog was mine as I walked down the road with the owner keeping a close eye on me, thinking odd kid.I guess after the time I let go of a dog's lead and it scootled off, I decided in my innocence it was better not to annoy the owners any more.

I just want my own Daschund, my own mini Margaret.