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Off to Kildoran.
Four mile walk. Sounds good. Waterproofs as usual.
About 2/3 of the way there I am adopted by a dog. A farm dog by the looks of it - has a collar but I don't want to get too close. I'm not afraid, I just don't want to establish even a fleeting relationship.
Anyway, it skitters and clicks its way in front of me, checking I am coming up behind. It obviously has traffic sense and knows the roads. I was just worried a local might shout at me to keep my dog on a lead. But as Mr Limey pointed out later, a local would recognise the dog anyway.
It stayed with me until I got to the beach, then went its own sweet way.
Despite my worries I was pleased by its company. Wish I'd taken a photo.
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Last edited by Sundae; 03-22-2013 at 10:48 AM.
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