275. Getting cross

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Leonie had a dog. It was a Löwchen. She’d paid thousands of dollars for it. It ran relatively free in her yard. His name was Hans although he had a long thoroughbred name: Hans Christian Anderson Hans Sachs Lowland Löwchen III.

Rosie lived down the road. She had a Yorkshire Terrier cross, called Cassie. She would take Cassie for a walk every day. They would pass Hans’ house. Hans and Cassie would sniff each other’s bottoms through the fence, as friends do.

“Wouldn’t it be lovely,” said Rosie one day to Leonie as she passed, “if we crossed Hans with Cassie!”

“I beg your pardon?” said Leonie. “I charge three thousand dollars for Hans to father pups. And we don’t do crosses. He’s a purebred Löwchen. Goodness! Who do you think we are? I wouldn’t allow it even if you paid twice the amount. Especially not with your ugly mongrel mutt.”

Rosie was hurt and cross. “Such snobbery!”

Rosie’s dog, Cassie the Yorkshire Terrier cross, came into season. “Goodness!” thought Rosie, “today is Wednesday. That’s when everyone goes to play bridge at the Club.”

She took Cassie for her daily walk. They returned home several hours later. Rosie made a cup of tea. She was feeling very pleased with herself.

11 thoughts on “275. Getting cross

        1. Bruce Goodman Post author

          That’s very kind of you, thank you! It take All Sorts!! (That’s meant to be a joke – I don’t know if you have the brand in your neck(s) of the woods but Liquorice All Sorts is a brand of lollies/candy/confectionary/sweets…!)

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              1. Cynthia Jobin

                We have both. A sidewalk is usually hard concrete, and a footpath is dirt…a passageway in the forest 🙂 I concur with Yvonne. It’s fun occasionally to toddle back into your archives. I don’t always comment because I fear you would be annoyed to have too many on your plate…

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                1. Bruce Goodman Post author

                  I can never have too much on the plate. I am a greedy-guts. We wouldn’t use “sidewalk” at all – the term! – but the concrete thing is a footpath – or even a “pavement” – and can be dirt – although that’s probably a “track”. One wonders how many meanings of common words we take forgranted. I may have told this story before, but I always remember this exchange teacher from Detroit coming to New Zealand. We said tea is at 6, and we have supper around 9. He couldn’t believe how much we ate for “tea”, and come 9 pm for supper he was starved and we only had a cup of tea! We had to make him some toast!

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                  1. Cynthia Jobin

                    When I was growing up here in Maine, we had breakfast, dinner (mid-day,) and supper, probably similar to your tea. Often we had a hot cuppa something before bed, cocoa, or milk with honey, not tea. Once I moved to the city, there was breakfast, ( on Sundays,brunch), lunch mid-day, and, in the evening, cocktails and dinner. Now that I’m old and with no one to answer to, it’s like the old song: “I eat when I’m hungry, I drink when I’m dry, and if moonshine don’t kill me, I’ll live ’til I die!”

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                    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

                      May you live ’til you die! It’s much the same here as when you moved to the city – except we’d use “tea” for “dinner” more often than not. Dinner is the main meal – usually called lunch if middle of day and tea if evening – but “dinner” is more “formal”.

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