Met Caoimhe and her owner, met the fishermen who catch and release (pike mainly) but who told me the 'foreners' dont throw back, met a shop assistant who received a hefty slap on the backside in front of me, what a laff. As she smilingly said herself, "neighbours, what are they like?" I think the question was rhetorical, but unsure of myself, I mumbled an 'indeed' back. Interestingly enough the main ad near the cash register was a plea to punters to buy their mice poison early. Good advice.
Picture of Caoimhe below, age 8 months. Apparently you can't properly exercise an Irish Wolfhound until they are 18 months old as their limbs are not fully formed. There is actually a home for disabled wolfhounds north of Birr which rehabs these dogs. If rehab doesnt work they are sent to Cambodia to search for unexploded mines and to eat rogue shitzus.
I petted that dog with my right hand and it changed my life.
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