day 12 – baxter, you know i don’t speak spanish
When one is walking England’s green and pleasant land, one expects to see a dog walker here and there. England is, after all, a nation of dog lovers. What one might not expect to see, however, is a group of people walking twenty Border Terriers.
Border Terriers always remind me of this this scene in Anchorman, when Ron Burgundy has a heart to heart with his dog Baxter. So, naturally, all I could see the day I bumped into this pack of dogs was Baxters in all shapes and sizes– everything from fat Baxter to little itty bitty Baxter. Twenty furry brothers from another mother.
When I asked one of the dog owners what was going on, she said they were a club of Border Terrier owners whose dogs… get this… have a Twitter Account? I laughed. Because that’s what you do when someone tells you their dog has a Twitter account. But my laugh did not receive a reciprocal response. Joking, this woman was not.
I found it both absurd and amusing in equal measure and I remember seeing that very same look once before (actually, many times before) when I’ve told people about my blog. “You… write about your life on the Internet and meet strangers who also write about their life on the Internet?” I might as well have an ass for a face and testicles dangling from my chin.
I suppose dog owners form clubs in the same way that I meet bloggers for coffee. Standard stuff in this modern world.
Mind you… they are like wise miniature Buddhas covered in hair, so who’s to say?