After the party

Mops drying on the roof after a celebration at the local Pacific Island Church. The sight tickled me for some reason.
It has been a bitterly cold, windy and sad day today. At the market, which is where we bum into people, we heard from a City Councillor and neighbour that a small dog was mauled by another dog and had to be put down this week. It is a tragedy for both the dogs and the owners, and I have a dreadful feeling that the mauled dog was a sweet little one Maisie loves : she waits at her gate every time we go past hoping to see her friend. Those of you with dogs will know we sometimes know the names of the dogs not the owners, so I am not  100% sure as our informant didn't say the dog's name. Time will tell, alas.