Commenting on Hannahs post about people who never drink.

It does make you wonder if people claim they never drink alcohol. And especially here in Spain!

How they ever manage to resist that lovely Rioja is completely beyond me. But I guess it is like religion, as long as they respect that  YOU might have another opinion, then it is al right.

The old lady next door, the one that gave me eggs for a lift to the market, wants a gun.

I was walking the dogs and she was out in the garden when she stopped me. Her hearing is not too good so she wanted to ask me about something El Hombre had said to her the other day when he was in their garden rescuing their chickens from our cat. He was ready to pounce probably feeling he had graduated enough on mice and rats to go after bigger prey.

So she stopped me and said that he had asked her if she wanted a gun. I assured her that he had said no such thing and that she must me mistaken as I was feeling slighly embarrassed that she would now think we were the type of people having guns and trying to sell them to old ladies.

Shame, she said, because she wanted to buy one.

I almost dropped El Rubio in surprise.

But don’t worry, she continued, she wasn’t going to kill anyone. She wanted it to chase away dogs that were going for the chickens. Last year all her chickens had gone because of stray dogs preying on them.

“I couldn’t even kill a cat” she proclaimed. Well neither can I and I consider that a fairly normal thing. One doesn’t really go around and kill cats, eh?

I told her again we didn’t have any. Not for us and not for her, and that I thought it was a bad idea if she got one.

What if her grand daughter got hold of it? And the old lady has arthritis so she might not be able to hold it completely still and shoot someone rather than a stray dog?

She didn’t seem bothered but I sincerely hope she never gets hold of one. Crazy old bat.