As I had mentioned in my last post, I was planning to spend Sunday at my friend Charlie’s house by the beach in Burgau. This time of year there’s always a great feast put on by his people and their relatives and friends. But this year Charlie and I were on our own. His people went to Evora for a couple of days so Charlie and I had the house pretty much to ourselves. The only interruption was when a friend of Charlie’s people came by to put out food and water for Charlie and to take him out for fresh air. I offered to do all that but my voice seemed to fall on deaf ears. People just don’t seem to get it that we dogs can be quite capable of taking care of ourselves, although I have to admit that Charlie’s gotten a bit soft ever since he’s been living in the lap of luxury. He seems to like it though, so there’s no point in me trying to change him.
Even though Charlie’s people weren’t there putting on a huge feast, they left all kinds of feasty food for us. We had shrimp and sausage and chicken and bread and cheese and rice and eggs. And after all that we had one of my favourite foods. Raw carrots. It’s my secret weapon to keep my teeth clean and strong, not something a lot of other dogs give much thought to. And it seems that a lot of dogs here in Portugual have a problem with their teeth. But that's a topic for another post.
So we spent much of the day eating and lounging and drawing. Or at least Charlie was lounging, which made it easier for me to do some drawing.
|a couple of quick sketches of Charlie|
|Charlie and blue go well together.|
At one point we heard quite a commotion down on the beach. We went out onto the balcony to see what was going on. It was the strangest thing. There were a couple of very young people and some older ones and they were playing some sort of fetch - but not with a dog. They were playing with each other. And they weren’t using a stick or a ball. They were using eggs that had paint all over them. One person after another would throw an egg down the beach. Well, they were really sort of rolling it. You couldn't really call it throwing. And then once everyone had thrown/rolled his or her egg, they all ran down the beach after them and started doing it again. It seemed very odd. Then, all chaos broke out. A man was walking with his dog and the dog saw the eggs rolling along the beach so he thought it must be a game for him so he chased the eggs and picked them up and of course they broke and the dog had egg all over his face and the people were chasing the dog and yelling and laughing. It was quite a scene. I managed to get a quick sketch of the dog after all the commotion ended.
|From Charlie's balcony we had a perfect view of the action.|
So that’s how I spent my Sunday at this time of year, when people always seem to be doing strange things. I’d love to hear from any other dogs out there who find people where they live do strange things at this time of year too.