I've Got Dibs On - William Gibson

Woo-Hoo, Another Sci-Fi Author Traduced
I doubt you'll be familiar with Bill, unless you've seen "Johnny Mnemonic", which is a bit of a "loosely derived from and in the process thereof messed-up by a bunch of suits" adaptation.  He is, however, the driving force, guiding light and bright beacon of the Cyberpunk school of science fiction.  Go read "Neuromancer" and tell me you're not impressed with the brio of ideas and images.
     Anyway, since today's earlier post had a whole lot of Conrad banging on about this, that and several others, this post is going to be rather picture-heavy*.
     I hope you like dogs.

The Day Began At 7:15
Edna woke up and whimpered.  I fed her and then had to post up the pester post, at which she was not impressed.

"I's bored.  Can we go play?"

     Conrad then went back to bed.  I can do that - I'm on leave.
     Edna?  She went to sleep as well.

Edna: On Overwatch
If Edna was a human she'd be on a sentry post.

The Wunderhund, watching

     Conrad, as you know ever one for a pun, declares her to be on her Sentry Pot.  She will dart out there every so often to inspect the street and passersby and cars.
     So.  Beware, Royton!  You are under inspection.

The Morning Routine Part One
Conrad is condemned to play "Tuggy-Bone" with Edna until she either gets tired, bored or distracted.  Or until whatever we are tugging is sodden with drool.

     Good for the teeth, apparently**.

The Morning Routine Part Two
Since it was nice and sunny this morning, albeit with a little wind, I sat outside and played ball with Edna.  Since you don't believe me without evidence -

     She actually managed to bring the ball back and - usually - dropped it so I could throw it away again for her to catch and return.
     Looking out the windows at how grey and dismal it is now, I'm glad we got this morning's event in.

The Morning Routine Part Three
O how have I boasted about taking Edna for a morning walk.  Here's a little evidence about our excursion from 10:43, off-the-lead on the footpath.

Edna.  Having a ball - but not chasing it.

Edna.  Not quite born free but certainly running it.

     In contrast to her bringing the ball back in the yard, here she was not interested in the ball at all.  Bad Edna!  Naughty Edna!  No biscuit - er, well, actually she has a lot of biscuits during our walkies.

The Afternoon Routine
This is necessarily a longer walk than the morning one, and today we went up Thornham Old Road, which is less a road than a series of potholes arranged in linear order.  It is, apparently, the border between Oldham and Rochdale and so neither authority wishes to spring for repairing it.  As I recall, it took until 2012 for them to agree about repairing Thornham Lane.

Cows, and lots of them.
I know, I know, "Animals, The" was the earlier post today.  Whose blog is it?

Edna enjoying some off-the-lead time

Edna enjoying biscuit

     This excursion took us for a couple of miles, so understandably for the rest of the afternoon our miniature mutt was a bit pooped:

Which is kind of where we came in.


* Good thing, bad thing?  Only you the reader can decide!
** Hers.  Not mine.  Just so we're clear.