My mother warned me and warned me about talking to strangers. I can't help myself. For stranger read 'interesting unknown entity with a story to tell.' Some call it curiosity, some call it being nosey. Last month I blogged about how a chance encounter with an elderly couple moved me to reproduce Kipling's poem 'The Power of the Dog'.
Many of you empathised with this having known the unquestioning love and loyalty only a dog can give. Today I met another couple who were bravely manning a charity stall at Denham car boot. There amongst all the tat and unwanted family heirlooms, they stood their ground with their brave little stall and though by the time I came across them others were packing up to go home and although they were clearly exhausted, they answered my questions cheerfully and with enthusiasm. They told me they came from North London, but their accent spoke of somewhere much further north. Their charity is called 'All Dogs Matter' click here to visit their site. Their aim is rehousing unwanted dogs and with this in mind run a 'foster' scheme. If you have a moment, please visit their site.
If you have any time or money to spare, please consider donating either. From a quick look around this site they are doing sterling work not only with dogs but also potential owners while at the same time educating children to become responsible dog owners. I think I know now why mum told me not to talk to strangers.
They can make you feel totally humbled.