The Vladimir Circus has arrived.

at Oatlands Rec. Harrogate.

Tonight walking Beth on her 9 o’clock, last walk of the day, our circuit of the Rec was filling with vehicles pulling large caravans. Jim’s total excitement when he saw a ‘Do’nuts’ sign, Beth’s excitement that NOW life begins, so many people to fall at their feet and be adored. The next few days could be interesting at 7am when we walk Beth, and 9 pm, for her last walk of the day.  Gone will be the lads who sit at the only available bench like old men, smoking, whatever they smoke, but it smells a bit like cannabis [as it was called in my day] – though I don’t know what it smells like – other than the familiar smell that hung over Glastonbury the year I drove there with my gorgeous daughter, years ago. Beth falls at their feet, inhaling whatever they are smoking, before returning home to her last biscuit of the day, Chamomile, which settles and comforts her.

Tonight the young lads with their cannabis smoke weren’t there. Heck.  Will Beth sleep? She has eaten her Chamomile biscuit, and is now flat out, asleep in her bed.

Tomorrow morning holds total excitement on the Rec. Artistes arriving through the night, performers practising their routines, and Beth, loving every minute, falling at their feet, persuading them to ‘only’ tickle her tummy.  What more can a dog want, she looks lovingly up into their eyes.  Who wouldn’t, Who couldn’t?

She sleeps the dreams of dogs with her toys next to her.

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