.... random rants and rambles. no agenda. yet.

Jaysis! This weird thing just happened, as it would only happen on a Friday afternoon.... you know, on Friday afternoons when you're a bit braindead and can't really be bothered to work, and you spend about 2 hours trying to do something that usually takes you 20 minutes? And you wonder if it's worth emailing people cos they won't reply anyway, cos of the Friday Afternoon Rule That You Don't Have To Reply To Emails? So you Avoid Work by doing pointless-but-fun things like playing in the Gorillaz shooting gallery (see my links!) and other stuff like that?

Yeh? Well in my case, I decided to walk the dog around the dock.

It was all going to plan, until I was picking up Harry's poo (with a BAG of course!) and a man jogged past me, closely followed by a dog. He said something to me, pointing to the dog, but I didn't understand what. Anyway... man ran on.... I realised the dog hadn't followed him. Instead, he was sitting down staring at me and Harry. The dog looked like Geri Halliwell's dog - the expensive kind that Harry wants to eat - so I put Harry on lead just to be safe.

Unfortunately, this didn't work, cos GHDog decided it would be fun to chase Harry. After the 3 of us ran round in circles for a while, which was quite amusing, I suddenly realised what the jogger man had said to me:

"IT''S NOT MY DOG!"

And that realisation was quickly followed by "SHIT! HE'S FOLLOWING US HOME!"

Finally got GHDog to STAY on the pavement, while I took Harry home and logged onto MSN to ask C, "WHAT DO I DO?!" We decided I should leave Harry at home, and try and catch GHDog. Easier said than done.

I went back to the dock, and sure enough, GHDog was there. S/he sat and stared at me while I said stupid things like "here!" and "come to j!" in dog-friendly voices, and then turned and raaaaaaaaan when I had the cheek to move a bit closer. Unfortunately, this happened every time I moved, so I was left standing on the dock wondering what the hell to do. After a few minutes of mutual staring, a panicked-looking boy ran past. "Your dog's just down there!" I said, like a Someone Who Didn't Know What Else To Say. He looked rather relieved and carried on running.

Problem. He ran. GHDog ran faster. He ran again. GHDog ran again. And again and again. Until they were on the opposite side of the dock to me, and GHDog was nothing but a tiny blot of beige, moving quickly away from his owner (who was, by now, starting to get REALLY WORN OUT). I decided the best thing to do would be for me to run in the opposite direction, so I started on my way. Then I realised that was pointless cos I didn't even know a) GHDog's real name or b) if the owner really was the owner.

It was at THAT point that a worried looking man appeared from round the corner, with two leads in his hand - one with a dog on the other end that was EXACTLY THE SAME AS GHDOG and the other with nothing on the end! Perfect! I worked out that he was the boy's father, and told him where to go. "Thanks love!" he said, and off he went to find the beige blur of fur.

So, next Friday afternoon I will be staying indoors ;-)