271: Tree Screen

We have a new pup in the street - Sy (pronounced Sigh) and Amy (pronounced Amy) have a little baby - Frankie. (Actually, I'm assuming its a LITTLE baby - most of therm are.) I've not yet had a word with CoCo about her feelings but I guess they will be mixed.  No longer will she rule the roost.  She has to fit around all the. demands that human pups make on their parents.

"Simon, Can you go the shop snd get some teething gel, please."

"I was just going to take CoCo for a walk."

Frankie's cries will dictate action rather than CoCo's sullen look. 

Anyway, momentous though that news was (pup arrival generates extreme excitement among humans) something else major happened this sweek.

 I woke one day from my mid-morning slumber to strange sounds in the garden - or more properly, a nearby garden (at my age sounds can often be located generally rather than specifically - except for the sound of food packets being opened, of course).

It turned out that a man (or perhaps mans plural) was hanging by a rope from a tree.  (It must have been a tree that everyone liked because TOWTLH (Jacky) called it a poplar tree.)

I thought this must he what old black and white films refer to as a 'lynching' (don't ask. It's a nasty thing which I shall never refer to again) but it emerged, rather less sensationally, that this man was taking down the tree.  This has to be done bit by bit (no, that's a computer) - branch by branch and is a highly organised and highly skilled task. I watched the guy for hours - in the blazing sun.  It was fascinating.  Now, however, when I go in the back garden, there is a big hole where the tree used to be.  I'm sure I'll get used. To it.  We dogs can get used to almost anything - except for lack of food or East Enders on the television. 

Whoever ordered the removal of the tree, of course, forgot the degree to which it would absorb little Frankie's cries which are now unscreened and will travel for miles.

Th world is connected in so many strange ways.