The Most Amazing Tale....or should that be tail

The most humourous moments in one’s day can be the ones that appear when we least expect them. Today I was talking to a man who had dog trouble and as a result, had to front up to the local police station in his home town for a “please explain”. The man detailed with cheeky pride how his fox-terrier had taken a naughty but playful, liking to a blow-up doll, normally found in an "adult’s only" store, which was on display at a local markets. Apparently the doll glittered with sequins and shiny buttons on her whip and hand cuffs and was attached to the side of a display stand. The little dog barked several times at the life-sized doll however, the stall vendor was too busy to stop what she was doing to investigate.

A number of minutes later the little dog had caught the doll by the leather whip that she was holding and was frantically tugging at it until the display stand gave way and collapsed. Horrified the stall vendor and customers climbed out from under the booth’s roof (seemingly made from shade cloth) to find the dog dragging the sex aid through the market place. Bystanders and other onlookers responded with a mixture of laughter and embarrassment, some pretending not to notice the incident at all, other simply stepped over the dog and doll and made no eye contact with anyone else as they hurried away lol.

The man who told us the story, was with his wife looking at goods in the market stall next door when this all happened and was at first aghast when he realized what had transpired. Though when he realized that his dog was being chased by a group of people he was quick to spring to the dog's rescue. Eventually after being caught, the man pried the deflated blow-up doll away from the dog and offered to pay for the damages. The stall vendor was outraged and called the police who now want a “please explain” from the dog’s owner as to why the animal was unleashed. Fair enough I thought although it did take me some time to stop laughing. I wondered why the stall vendor simply did not accept monetary compensation from the dog’s owner rather than dragging the law into it, maybe, just maybe he was a tad embarrassed lol.

The photos are of some hermit crabs. There are always dozens and dozens of them around the beach here and they can be fascinating little critters to watch. Some are very sociable creatures and will crawl on your hands and others prefer to hide inside their shell until the coast is clear or bury themselves in the sand.

Tidal Changes....

Mr J and I went for a swim after work yesterday. The sea was calm, a few gentle waves around the shoreline and because the waters here are crystal clear one can see right to the bottom. I became enthralled with the numbers of small hermit crabs that dotted the floor of the bay; hundreds of them. I am not sure what brings them out at that particular time however, their shells were all sorts of colours, shapes and sizes. They seemed happy enough to climb back into their shells each time that I picked one up to have a look lol. The beach was deserted except for Mr J and myself and so we stayed, walked along the shores in search of seashells and had a final swim before walking home at 7:30pm.Now today was totally different. The gusty breeze sprayed the dry white sands around the place. Even down close to the water I was whipped several times by the sand. I walked about one km down the beach and as I returned I could see the swirls of white sand in the distance, a mini sand storm of sorts. Surfice to say that my beach towel was covered with it when I picked it up. What amazed me was the waterline of the shore; it was covered in millions of tiny seashells. Even down in the shallow waters were many seashells too. I have no idea why there were so many today however, it is incredible how much the water and winds can change from one day to the next; perhaps it has something to do with the currents, the winds and the moon. Normally the sand is podwery white and soft to walk on however, today it was much corser and greyish in colour. I bet by the time I return in the morning the shoreline will be cleaned up by the overnight tides. Seeing the day to day differences is like watching the changes in the seasons, except that this is on a daily basis. I often wonder how long one has to live here before we begin to take such beauty for granted; if one misses it today there will always be tomorrow....that sort of attiture. I couldn't imagine ever getting sick or tired of walking here, these beautiful white sandy beaches, the sapphire, turquoise sea, the bay's waters lapping gently on the sands, the sailing boats docking the water's edges. Late this evening there was no cloud cover and the sun formed a huge orange fireball which usually means that tomorrow is going to be a warm day. I look forward to it.