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Doggy Play Dates, anyone?


Dog-sitting by the East Sussex coast, I was added to a WhatsApp group for doggy play dates. 

Here is an example of what went on in that group. 


Julia. Sarah, can I please have your recipe for the yummy cooked food. And, business woman's hat on here, I still think it's a good idea to try and sell it commercially. Look at that man with the spicy sauce getting on Dragons Den. Deborah whatever-she's-called is a dog liver. 

Mary. Ha ha ha.

Julia. What?

Mary. *liver

Julia. Oh. Right. 


Suki. I am sorry to have to write this, and I'm super-grateful for our little band of canine brothers and sisters, but I'd love some thought about which dogs are play-dated together? Smidge is tiny and white (and fluffy) and does keep getting bowled over like the hedgehogs by the flamingos in Alice in Wonderland. At this muddy time of the year he needs to be bathed, which traumatises him at the best of times.

[Cue myriad adverts for polythene doggy sou'westers.]

Julia. Perhaps you could pick him up when there are bowlings over in the offing?

Suki. I could But I also think one or two of the group dogs aren't well enough sighted. The bigger ones, I mean. One or two with slobber. Mucky pups...lol.

Julia. What has slobber got to do with a dog's eyesight?

Suki. Smidge is very tiny.

Julia. Yes, but very white and fluffy.

Sarah. My food has carrot in it. Vit D, peeps!

Mary. Being so small and compacted in on himself under the fur, at least he's not at risk from humpage. Lol.


Claire. Hello, I've just seen a great offer on doggy pooh bags.

Julia. Let's hope they're not seconds again.


Mary. I hope it wasn't one of our lovely lot that I saw from a distance jump in the canal? I think whoever it was was going after a fox corpse. Natural instincts are a real thing, aren't they?


Belinda. Hiya, just letting everyone know Maya swallowed a rubber ball while we were at play date on the common at some point last week. Even with the plan - thank you always for that idea, Celina - the vet bill is rather astronomical. Retrenching is the order of our day. Can we please be careful - though not making any accusations here - about knowing when or not a ball has been retrieved by our respective greatly loved doggo? If it's on the ground, it can be seen as food by a hound, sort of thing. If nothing else we can all use this focusing moment as mindfulness.

Mary. I am so sorry for poor poorly Maya, darling. Wish her better. I did notice she was eyeing a ball but assumed it was hers/yours. And I was distracted by Julia.

Julia. What was I doing to distract you, particularly?

Mary. Nothing. We were just chatting.

Julia. Oh.

Sam. Who was its dog did the same, and then became super-attached to the ball like it was her baby delivered by C-Section, or something? I think they moved away. To Rye, if I remember rightly. 

Julia. Chichester. 


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