Blimey, joe. I didn’t realise you were still dunted to such an extent. Poor lad. It might have been a bloody miserable Christmas, but thank goodness you went to the quack when you did.
Me blood just ran cold all over again, not least because I’ve just heard of a sudden death from sepsis (at one remove: deceased was unknown to me).
Urk.
Gus the Ever Cheerful x
Cosset yerself, joe: we and the chickens need you
I trust you are using these new fangled Napoleonic metricistical measures. That’d be quite something in real units.
Oh Armers, you make such a cute dinosaur
That’ll be an Imperial Dinosaur I hope.
Morning
Bacon butties ready
I am hairy assed with packing oodles of rally kit and stuff for us
Ooh, a bacon butty. Just what I need to give meself strength forra
Well, it started out at 3½” x 1¾”…
Rather large, however you say it, joe.
It’s a grey and chilly day. I don’t much fancy a walk, so it’ll be shopping, instead.
Soo xx
p.s. I am still recovering from Twellsy’s hairy ass…
Who looks after the Leopards, Parrots etc. when you rally, Twellsy? I hope that you have a great time and that the weather is kind to you and all participants.
Speaking of pants, our weather has been such. Rain, wind (no, BBC, notta breeze) and hailstones. Meh. How izz everyone?
Soo xx
Soggy. DDD and I went and walked in the Wet Wild Woods by our wild lones – apart from bout a dozen squirrels, whom she very properly ignored.
She is, indeed, a Properly Mannered Dog. That Poodle would have caught the squirrels and brought them to us in her suitably soft jaws. She has, actually, done that. Squirrel was set free with no teeth marks. She has, similarly, caught and presented a juvenile fox.
Soo xx
Pah! Proper dogs do not ignore squirrels: they pursue them from tree to tree inna towering rage at their underhand, overarm, tree-climbing unsportingness, and bounce exceedingly high while expressing their extreme displeasure.
Good lord!
One of my Dalmatians once chased a squirrel up a tree. We had the devil of a job getting him down again…
I didn’t witness this, but SiL has photographic evidence of the foxy episode.
Soo xx
I wasn’t expressing scepticism, just astonishment. I imagine Ma Fox would have been somewhat indignant.
I might have felt a bit sceptical had the reporter and photographer of the incident not been so reliable. This fox was in an urban park in Embra.
I am about to watch episode three of ‘A House Through Time’. Set in Newcastle, it has been fascinating - lots of social history, rather sad, though. A bit like Newcastle.
Soo xx
That’s amazing. Dalmatians are heavy Dogs, but very strong, it must be said.
Soo xx
Next door’s rather hefty border collie contents himself with sitting under a tree staring reproachfully up at the squirrels. Yes, he does consider it unsporting of them not to come down.
Speaking of Ben, the collie, he’s developed a fascination with Heidi. He comes down our driveway if we leave the gate open and stares longingly at her. I’m not sure if he’s in love or if he wants to eat her. She doesn’t back down but she’s not amused. When she’s had enough, she strolls casually into the house in an ‘I’m not hurrying’ sort of way.
I won’t leave them alone together because I don’t entirely trust Ben, though he’s a lovely dog and very intelligent. I keep telling him Heidi is not a squirrel and I think he understands.
To be fair, the tree was at quite an angle.
It was very funny, though: the squirrel zapped off up the tree and then turned round at a fork about twenty foot up the trunk to jeer at the dog below, the way they do, and the dog was closing fast. The squirrel was so taken aback it fell out of the tree in its hurry to get away.
Then we had sixty pounds or so of solid, not terribly bright dog up a tree, unable to turn round. Oops. I had to climb up past him, turn him, and then push him back down by main force.