March morning

Farmer's friend

The brother of the stray pup found on the beach last week 

is back home and adapting to a life of farming with owner,  

Mr.Katsunachi (Mr.No Shoes).

The brown pup has been adopted by a family running

the Herb Garden Restaurant on the other side of the island.

 Lucky dog, can look forward to a lifetime of tasty leftovers.

Duke's extended family await recycling

Still trying to find out where the farmer lives. 

In the meantime Duke is enjoying all the company,

acting like a real daddy.

Picked up a cute female on the beach this morning. 

She'd been following me for quite a while and was really

grateful when I took her in my arms. She was lost and lonely

and quite happy to accompany me home.  Wife wasn't too pleased.

"One's quite enough," she said. And she was right, as usual.

It was while I was wondering what to do with this new babe in 

my life that a whoop of surprise came from the kitchen.

Mum and brother were in the garden frantically searching for 

their missing family member. It was a joyous reunion and even

better that the mum was no other than Duke's little girlfriend.

Not seen her for a while, but its evident what she's been up to.

Duke disclaims paternity but is quite happy to entertain the family

until we can contact Mr.Katsunachi, the local farmer owner.

A happy ending. All that's left is to get rid of the fleas.

Sleepytime













                                                             Lunchtime

Blue Herons in the wind.

Day after day of strong winds have made morning walks a rough process,

although Duke doesn't seem to mind.  This flock of blue herons, buffeted

by the winds, are a rare sight, probably blown off course by the gales.  

Then & Now

It's Duke's 3rd birthday. 

Three years since a wet, bedraggled pup 

wandered into our garden one stormy night. 

Now a magnificent creature; 

still with that noble brow, 

those classical legs (Chippendale style)  

and still learning to pick up a golf ball.

Sand Story

Someone on the beach before us this morning. 

Their footprints tell their story,

He is a Japanese male - wearing Tabi, two-toed. 

sock-like boots, so he is a local, not a tourist.

He has a splayed footed walking style, so is probably 

an old farmer.

He is accompanied by a small dog. And by a female, 

probably his wife, who is walking just behind him, 

Japanese style. She's old, too, can't lift her feet up.

She is dragging something, probably the dog leash.

Call me Sherlock.