Hau Hau

All domestic dogs bark – wild dogs, as a rule do not.

Why domesticated dogs should do so is open to speculation, but one suggestion is that they are trying to imitate human speech.

How we transcribe the sounds dogs make varies from country to country.  In the UK the bark is often written as “bow-wow” or “woof-woof.”  The Spanish hear “guau-guau”; Swedish dogs go “Voff-voff” and in Finland dogs say “Hau-Hau.”  And if Tintin’s Snowy is typical then Belgian dogs go “wooah-wooah.”

One thing all nations seem to be agreed on is that dogs never emit a single bark.



A Summer Walk: an interupted post

Waiting for the tide to turn
Waiting for the tide to turn

Chores done, and with a weekend of mixed weather forecast, time for some dog-focused time and a few hours walking and playing with the dogs.  We headed off to the Wirral, through the tunnel,queuing for ages at the toll, down the motorway a couple of stops before heading off towards the Thurstaston cliffs overlooking the Dee estuary.

Time to sit and ponder and gaze down at the waders out in the river, I could hear the familiar cry of the oystercatchers, and just about make them out, but I had forgotten to bring my binoculars, so had to rely on the zoom on my camera.

oystercatchers 2

and closer. . .


Their are plenty of benches along the top of the cliff, which can be a bit blustery, and further back sheltered by the trees and bushes, where you can sit back and while away the hours. But the dogs were eager to be moving so soon into the walk, so pushing an empty buggy, with Heidi jogging behind, I headed out of the park to the walkway that leads to the old railway line.

Spot the Chopper
Spot the Chopper –

Once we got to the gravel path it was time for Miss Hoppalong to get into the buggy, the sharp gravel being less comfortable to her paws than the soft grass.  When she has had enough walking she will lie down and refuse to move, that’s when I know she’s had enough exercise.  The vet said she will be prone to arthritis and it’s hard to know whether this is affecting her yet.

The path takes us onto a boardwalk by some reed beds.  It was here last week we met someone waiting patiently for sighting of a kingfisher – his daughter, he told me had seen it there on two separate occasions and he had never seen one,  I hope he was successful and managed to get a picture of it.

A dragonfly skimmed past, they don’t keep still for long, and I tried following it with my camera but it was much to fast.  As soon as I could focus it had darted out of shot.  And then, it alighted on the rail behind me.

A common darter
A common darter