Peeing in the Park.
I’ve tried to chill out a little.
The doglets are no longer subjected to an enforced cardio march everyday. Well they are, but only on the way to and from the park. Once we get there its chill out time. I find a shady spot under a tree and get stuck into whatever book I’m currently reading. The doglets play in the sun, dig and generally ferret out stinky stuff. But yesterday when I settled under an enormous spreading gum and rummaged in my bag for my book I found something else.
My camera. Still in the bag from the Cowboys and Indians party the night before. So I played photographer for a while. Trees, sunlight and shadows. I suspect that you run a good chance of getting arrested if you take pictures of complete strangers and their kids in the park so I had to use the mutts as my life models.
Blond dog is channeling Kate Moss. She knows her good side, can hold a pose, has at least 3 alternate expressions and will follow a white line anywhere. Black dog a schmodel? Not so much. Pete Doherty maybe. Unusual looking, can’t stay still and usually to found flat on his back. It occurred to me that if I got down to his level perhaps he’d stay still long enough for 1 of the 30 shots in the ultra speed setting to catch him. So I squatted and waited.
I had just snapped a burst of frames when an irate man’s voice behind me bellowed “Hey! You can’t do that here!”
Leaping to my feet and spinning around I fully expected to see a psychotic photophobe bearing down on me. Instead I saw a surprised man back pedaling quickly. “ Sorry. I mean…. Sorry. Sorry. I thought…….Sorry.”
Then it dawned on me.
He thought I was peeing. Right there in the park. Next to the children’s roundabout.
Nice.
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AAaaahahahhaah
I would have paid good money to see that!
Schnort!
this is hysterical clare
but where are the photos of kate and pete?
"So I squatted and waited."
aslam
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Although I'm pretty sure the rest of the blog is gatvol of the critters, here they are:
kate*, and
pete*
*names changed to ................... um whatever
Sho Clare
nice hamsters. Enjoyed your story. It reminded me of the first time I saw a women standing up urinating against a tree. I kid you not. "Welcome to Ovamboland."
Thanks Vaps
Against a tree? Oh damn. I just thought of another story. About girls peeing standing up. Apparently stage fright isn't a male only thing.
Haai
sies man. First in the park, and now standing up with your mates.
a-nee-a Clare.
I'll put it in a post Dex.
I guess it's funny. If you look at it sideways and squint.
Okay Clare
but in this instance - no pics, please.
How the cowboy thing? Break any hearts?
Dex
I've already had attitude from the lurker contingent asking for the Cowboy party update. Guess I'm going to have to write it eventually.
Ag Fluts
Just sign in baby. The past is the past - i'll apologise if you need me too.
I'm sure she's here somewhere too,
but actually I was referring to Angel.
Angel?
you mean the sexy dude you secretly have a crush on? Is he reading this?
Yes Dex
Angel, her pet rock (Read yesterday's post by clare)
Well actually, being a rock,his name is Engel, but he changed it to Angel when he moved to Cape Town. Now pronounced Iynjil.
Now you know, OK?
Dusts you big meanie
You know he's real. Isn't he? Fluts he is real, hey?
aaaahh Dasty.
A secret crush on a pet rock? She an archeologist?
Dammit Angel
Create a profile and come defend yourself. I seem to have accidently thrown you to the wolves.
cute doglets clare
thanks for posting them.
i know kachasu will be happy too!
Clare
Very funny! I like the phrase 'psychotic photophobe' - created a wonderful mind-picture for me.
Thanks TL
It was probably just as funny as you're imagining.
clare
what i have to wonder is if he would have had the same reaction if you'd been a man actually peeing against a tree or something...?
MJ
I think somhow guys let guys get away with that. It's all about being able to pee standing up.
Nice, indeed.
I had one of those moments this weekend.
Was chatting to some cyclists yesterday, and Hunnee said he was going to stop cycling after his 21st Argus (in 2 year's time). I said that he must come and cheer me on till I've done my 21st; on the side of the road with pompoms, and all. The other cyclists thought this was a very good idea and I said, ja, like those trompoppies. Remember them from our school days, with those Boots, and Maces, and Things, hahahahaha!? Hell, I continued, it all seems so archaic now. Ah, said one of the cyclists, but it's very competitive. I know, said I, that's one of the things that makes it so pathetic and like, Old South Africa. Well actually, said one of the other cyclists, I'm in charge of the uniforms for the Drummies for Brackenfell Primary, and we came second in the country last year. And, said her friend (the first cyclist), I'm the PRO for the Drum Majorette Association in the Western Cape.
Yup, one of those moments. Except I was the one who told you not to pee in the playground.
Haha Dusts
Open mouth. Insert foot. We didn't have drummies at school, but I'm with you on the archaic nature of dressing girls up in tiny skirts and getting them to march in time. If I'm wearing a tiny skirt I want to be marching to my own beat and spearing people on the end of my mace.
Hahaha!
Clare. That is so funny. He must have felt like a right clot. Jeez I once freaked out at a guy because he was parked in the disabled parking and sent his maid in to do his shopping at Woolies. That was until he got out the car with two seriously disfigured feet. Eeeeeep! I felt like a right fool.
Actually FW
He had that almost translucent pale skin so it was very easy to see the blush rising. He was blood red. My dad always walks past able bodied people who get out of cars parked in disabled bays and yells at the top of his voice " It's a miracle! It's a miracle! They can walk again." I used to be mortified and now I can feel the words forming on the back of my throat when I see it happen.
Clare
I once witnessed a scene where a guy parked in a disabled zone. Another driver, with a "disabled" sticker on his windscreen, hobbled over to the first guy and bellowed "You are clearly not physically disabled so you MUST be mentally disabled"! The commotion brought every attendeant to the scene, loud shouting ensued afterwhich the first driver reversed his car out in a cloud of screeching tyres!! I cannot lie, I have parked in a disabled zone or two in my life...