Rusty: Journal? Guest Appearances.
It is not that long since my last journal, June if I am correct, but there has been a lot happening and over the next few weeks for Knine some big events, so I would not want you to miss anything.
I know I shared my last Filey visit with you, which followed the female humans personal triumph of the 10k, however what I did not share with you was that I was a poser!!! Yes you already knew that….. but I mean a proper poser.
Down on the front, at my favourite café, a chance meeting with a Filey fisherman and would you believe it there I am having my photograph taken. Several mug shots from various angles later, I don’t think I am going to be on any wanted posters, more coffee and chat, off the fisherman went.
I knew I was a celebrity……………
A few weeks later we are in Filey again and down at the café, yes you’ve guessed it, the fisherman. The humans had coffee whilst I made the acquaintance of his canine companions; we have met before on the beach but not shared a table until now. A sleek Saluki, a lollopy Lurcher and a small but busy Spaniel along with some human youngsters and the fisherman’s wife, who is very exotic as she comes from somewhere called France and speaks with a charming accent.
The fisherman has not been able to go out to sea for a while as he had an accident and has injured his leg but he still comes down to the Cobbles to see his mates and collect crabs and lobsters from them. In fact while coffees are still being drunk he comes back with two enormous crabs with snapping claws which look like they could pinch a dogs nose very hard.
It is ready!!! What is ready?
The female human seems quite excited and before long we all set off on a walk up the hill from the beach and in to the town, under the railway line through the park and then we are at the fisherman’s house. I am invited in, the garden is doggy proof (whatever that might mean) and I make myself very much at home whilst the humans gather in the dining room and look at pictures.
Pictures of ………….ME
I have been immortalised in glorious colour, in paint, I have been framed in gold, I look of course, as you would expect, HANDSOME. It is a painting of me at the sea front and it is fantastic, not that I am biased, the female human has said so.
Now I know what the photographs were for, I don’t think I could have been expected to sit still long enough for a painting to be done, it has all become clear.
The humans are still discussing paintings, now they are looking at ships and horses so my attention has wandered or should I say their attention has wandered and I make my way out into the doggy proof garden.
A short investigation of the back …now I am in the front……why are the humans waving from the window. Oh the doggy proofing did not include Rusty Houdini!!
We take our leave, the female human carrying my picture, and make our way back to our Filey home. The picture is going to have pride of place in the lounge of course.
Fast forward just a couple of weeks to a very soggy Saturday and it is the Wetherby Police Station open day. The female human left the house early as apparently she is helping with the Knine stand, which means my good friends Marjorie and Clive are in town. I was taken for a jog just after 6:30am and then settled down to look out of the conservatory windows at the pouring rain soaking the patio and drowning the plants and being ever so glad I was not out there.
The female human is home looking bedraggled and clearly having been out in the rain for some time. Next thing I know my lead is on along with the awful purple rain jacket that I still have not managed extricate from it’s cupboard and tear to shreds and we are walking in the direction of the Police Station. I know because I sometimes call in with the male human on my walks.
I am in the Knine gazebo, I am making a guest appearance……… My picture is on the poster advertising my books for sale and then I am joined by my celebrity bouncer to keep the crowds under control. It is all flooding (pun intended!!) back to me, the book launch, the opportunities for nibbles the adoration.
I spend the next four hours on my BEST behaviour being stroked by adoring fans, producing limited edition paw prints with finger paint and sheltering from frequent downpours in the corner of the gazebo. I also confess to sneaking a couple of corners of roast pork sandwich, the end of several ice cream cones and the remains of a sausage roll when human backs were turned.
Despite the weather the day is a success and Marjorie, Clive, my friend Sarah from the Vets, Karl my bouncer and his lovely wife Jules are great company and make sure that I am well looked after, as befits my celebrity status.
At the conclusion of proceedings a World War two Spitfire makes several passes over the station to the delight of the crowd and then the male human arrives to take me home. It has been quite a day, wet but fun and it is not long before I am fast asleep in my bed dreaming of dogs in flying helmets fishing for crabs in puddles………roll on the next event 28th August the Knine fun day, hopefully in the sunshine.