When Henry met Ruby...

When you live at the beach, you find it hard to lie abed on a nice morning.

When you live at the beach, and are a blipper, you feel you shouldn't lie abed on a nice morning.

And when you live at the beach, are a blipper AND have a dog, it's impossible (in a good way) to lie abed on any morning!

Henry and I took the usual stroll along to the end of the promenade, taking in smells (him), sights (me), chatting to people (both) and generally enjoying being alive.

He seems to always do his doings as far away from me as possible, and probably wonders why on earth humans always pick it up! Although he does dainty poos, he likes to do them several times. Said poos are small, brown, pebble shaped. Keep that image in mind...

He goes away out on the beach and might do his doings, so you have to keep an eye on him. If he does, and you have to collect them, too bad if you're short sighted. They're very hard to see amongst the millions of small, brownish pebbles on the beach. A short sighted person might pick up a bag of beach pebbles and be rushing home to ring the vet immediately!

Enough talk of poos - you might be eating your breakfast.

We chatted to various people, and met Ted and his lovely retired greyhound, Ruby. I love those dogs, they have such kind faces, like little deer. Ruby was a top racer in her day. She won 120 races at 10 secs. Or was it 20 races at 100 seconds ? No matter, she was a star in her day. She retired at 5 years old and she is now 7. Ted was happy to pose with both dogs, although Henry would not stand serenely like Ruby.

Further along, I found him (Henry, not Ted) tucking in to some biscuits with a person who was sitting at an open hut, but it turned that out he knows the owner and always gets a biscuit there. In fact, the owner, Linda, used to live years ago in - guess- yes - Marchmont! I will blip her another day, as the day belongs to Ted and Ruby. And Henry.

Things I've found out about Henry (a la purplelicious)

He likes to be with people all the time, but is undemanding.

He gets a wee fright when a cyclist comes up behind on the pavement. Naughty cyclist!

If you're patting him, absent mindedly, while watching TV and then stop, he will lift your hand up very gently with his mouth.

He's polite and never slobbers you with doggy kisses.

Right. I didn't spot Katie Price yesterday, so I'm off to look for Jordan today - I've heard she lives here too. How will I recognise her? :-)

PS I've added some other photos in... and Henry ISN'T in some of them!