I had a fun football night tonight. With Denmark surprisingly beating Portugal and winning their qualification group. Euro 2012 here we come. It’s great to see two Brøndby wingers doing so well on the national team too. Rommedahl and Krohn-Dehli. Hopefully that will rub off a little on their club side soon.

Yesterday I went and had foot therapy. Always pleasant. My foot therapist had some bad news for me, though. He’s stopping at the end of the year. He’s not making enough money at the clinic, so he’s going to be looking for another place to work or starting something up on his own. He doesn’t own the clinic himself and I guess the owner doesn’t want to give him a better deal. So that’s really too bad. I like him a lot and I feel comfortable and happy around him. I don’t like the idea of having to deal with someone new there. Although I’m sure whoever takes over will be nice too. I just don’t like change. Or new people. The best would be if I could follow my therapist to wherever he goes to work next, but with my condition I really need places that are easy to get to. This clinic is a 10 minute bus ride away, practically straight to the door. It’s not likely he’ll find a new place that is as convenient for me. So my next appointment, in December, will be the last one with him. Bummer.

After foot therapy I went to the playground and spent some time with the goats. It was raining, but I managed to get the goats outside for a little anyway. The rain seemed to calm Bob down a bit. So I could sit on the bench with him in my lap for quite a while. I enjoy that. And I know it won’t be long before he gets too big for that sort of thing. So I have to enjoy it while I can.

And then Bodil came by. I hadn’t seen her in months. I’ve been meaning to ask the staffers if they knew how she was doing. I was worried that something could have happened to her. But she was fine and it was good to see her again. Although something bad had in fact happened. Her and her little dog Sif had been attacked by a big rottweiler. It was a pretty gruesome story in fact. If Bodil hadn’t been there then Sif would have probably been killed. It was a big attack dog. And Bodil had to jump down and cover Sif with her body. She even bit the rottweiler to stop it. Apparently the owners didn’t even try to stop it, they just watched. I guess it’s not surprising that people who have dogs that are bred for violence would act like that. But it’s still pretty shocking. Poor little dog. And poor Bodil. I know how much she loves Sif, like she loved Lulu before. Enough to get down and put herself in danger to protect her. Sif got bitten in the neck and head and had an eye almost torn out. But luckily she got through surgery okay and her eye was saved. I’m not sure how long ago it was exactly, but she seemed to be doing okay. And Bodil said that she was still as happy and curious as ever, so that’s good. She was happy to see me too. I just had to be careful petting her. She still had bite wounds. A scary story. I’m glad they both got through it okay. I will never understand people who get those attack dogs and raise them to be dangerous and mean. Poor dogs too. That’s not what having, or being, an animal should be all about. Sad.

The rain really started falling as I left the playground. I walked down through the park to get to the bus stop. It was quite beautiful in the rain, actually. The stream running down the hill and the grey haze in the distance dotted with trees. At the bus stop a lady came over and asked if I knew what time it was. I told her I didn’t, but that the bus should be there soon. So we waited. And the bus came. And it drove right past us. In plain sight. What is the point of a bus if it doesn’t pick up passengers? I was standing there in the pouring rain wearing sunglasses and with a cane in my hand. And it drove right past. Great. There was some construction going on (not obstructing the bus stop, though) and one of the workers came over and said “what the hell did that guy think he was doing?”. And I just shook my head. And the worker helped me get past some of their equipment. With the new improved bus schedule there is so long between busses that it would be pointless to stand there and wait in the rain. So I got to walk home in the pouring rain. Drenched and annoyed. Kind of saddened that my foot therapist was stopping and saddened by Bodil’s story. That was ´ a depressing walk.

But oh well, not the end of the world. And today the footie as good. So there you go.

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