Here in Germany, Walpurgisnacht (or Hexennacht, meaning Witches' Night), the night from April 30 to May 1, is the night when allegedly the witches hold a large celebration on the Blocksberg and await the arrival of Spring.
For most people this corresponds to the St. Patricks's Day tradition of "wetting the whistle". Last night while out for the last doggie walk of the evening, we encountered a few people who had copiously imbibed, plus one lost Cocker Spaniel.
The poor dog had obviously lost his owner in the festivities. We took him home, and gave him some food and water:
Liam was thrilled at having a dog around who wasn't much bigger than him. He was happy to help Heike with the dog's care:
We phoned the police, who had already taken reports of 2 other lost dogs, but no worried owners. A further lap of the fields and festivities also failed to locate an owner, so we made up an extra dog basket and went to bed. This was no problem for myself, Heike, and Othello; Liam was overjoyed, and Electra was furious. She was very sceptical at the idea of a dog staying over, and told him so.
Fortunately, in the morning we were able to locate the relieved owner, and deliver the dog (whose name turned out to be Ralf).
For most people this corresponds to the St. Patricks's Day tradition of "wetting the whistle". Last night while out for the last doggie walk of the evening, we encountered a few people who had copiously imbibed, plus one lost Cocker Spaniel.
The poor dog had obviously lost his owner in the festivities. We took him home, and gave him some food and water:
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| From Ralf the Lost... |
Liam was thrilled at having a dog around who wasn't much bigger than him. He was happy to help Heike with the dog's care:
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| From Ralf the Lost... |
We phoned the police, who had already taken reports of 2 other lost dogs, but no worried owners. A further lap of the fields and festivities also failed to locate an owner, so we made up an extra dog basket and went to bed. This was no problem for myself, Heike, and Othello; Liam was overjoyed, and Electra was furious. She was very sceptical at the idea of a dog staying over, and told him so.
Fortunately, in the morning we were able to locate the relieved owner, and deliver the dog (whose name turned out to be Ralf).
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