The gewl looks for diggoes at the fun fair.
The fun fair came to town last week, which meant the dog was bugging me to go. I'd taken her last year. Using my prodigious human skills I won her a stuffed unicorn, which she carried home. She also likes the candy floss and burgers that invariably end up on the ground.
So when we saw it had arrived, she was all like "Take me to the fun fair, Mom!" which she conveyed by tugging on her lead as we walked past on the main street. I can't resist a tug on the lead, so we went over and sniffed around.
I didn't have any money, but fortunately the fun fair wasn't open yet. The scents were plentiful, however.
Two little boys, about four years old, approached us, children of the workers who live in the caravans parked behind the fair. One, the official spokesman, told me his friend Billy was afraid of dogs, since they'd been known to eat people. Billy had been watching too much BBC, I told him, and explained that my dog preferred eating Pero to people.
Then he asked me if my dog liked to diggoes. "What?" I asked, not sure I'd heard him properly. "Does she diggoes?" he asked again, and after I'd asked him to repeat himself one more time, I got it: "No, she doesn't dig holes except when she helps me garden."
That cleared that up.
It reminded me of the time soon after I'd moved to London. We were walking in Paddington Green Park (one of the loveliest spots in London) and a gentleman with a trembling whippet approached. "Zattagewl?" he asked, and I frowned and said "What?" "Zattagewl?" he asked again, and then again. I was about to explain to him that I didn't speak the language, but fortunately I deciphered his words: "Yes, she's a girl," I said, and he was much relieved. Seemed the whippet only liked girl dogs. Or gewl dogs rather.
Oddly, even though the man spoke with the most upper of upper-crust accents, similar to the Queen's, and the little boy was dropping his h's in a decided working class manner, neither one made sense to my American ears.
It's much easier to understand my dog.
Here she is asking to go into the Crooked Cottage, where someone possibly left a burger:
And here she checks to see if the candy store is open:
