Bob and I have landed in Rustington, England where we are caring for two dogs, Hamish and George, while their humans are vacationing in Tenerife. The dogs are quite opposite in looks, age, and temperament, but they are both great dogs.
Hamish is the elder statesman and ruler of the roost, even with asthma and a bit of arthritis. He is a 13 year old Norfolk Terrier. He is a slow mover, but likes to greet other dogs that we see on our walks on the great lawn down by the coast. George is a 2 year old Staffordshire Bull Terrier, young and intense, but really wants you to love him and will excitedly greet you whenever you’ve been out for awhile. On walks, however, he is completely stone-focused. As soon as we let him off lead he looks for a stone to hold in his mouth during the walk while he chases another one that you throw. He then runs to the second stone and continues to point to it until you pick it up and throw it again. He completely ignores every other dog in the area.
The two are difficult to walk together, so I usually hang with Hamish while George tests Bob’s arm (and tolerance for slobber).
Rustington is small village in the Arun District of West Sussex. It’s about midway between Chichester and Brighton. It’s a lovely area and seems to be popular with retirees. Our home is about two blocks from the sea. I know, it’s a rough life.
The village is a little less than two miles from Littlehampton, the most populous parish in the Arun District. It’s a seaside resort just down the coast from Rustington. We walked there on our first full day in Rustington to check it out.
This next photo had me questioning what problems have arisen in this grocery store bathroom.
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