Up to their Sinister Plots, no doubt.
yardarm
(why do they make an 8am? Nobody wants it.)
Yawn!
The storm went on long after Iâd gone to bed last night - it turns out we had a visit from the legendary Storm LobsterâŚ
About three raindrops here. Not even worth closing the window for.
Ed
Akes
A whole lot
Poppy juice taken
Hanging up my DND sign
Oh Twellsy! Have a hug.
Pore Twellsy. Hugs from me, too.
Soo xx
Ouch, Twellsy. Hope the poppy juice does its stuff PDQ
Gxx
Where is my dog-strangling coat? No, you would too, I promise you.
Yip. Yipyipyipyippity. Yip. Yip. YIP yipyipyip. da capo al infinitum
See?
[soothinâ pourity]
Dunno any dog-stranglers. More stuffers-of-dope-into-steak, really.
One may have visited in manner of good fairy, since the pestilential animated floormop has gone silent.
The pourity was nonetheless most welcome.
Sad to be a dog with so little entertainment that its only recourse is interminable yapping.
Maybe. It is a horrible little git-dog, though, so you are not going to succeed in making me feel sorry for it. To be fair, it doesnât normally carry on at length like that, so something must have provoked it.
Even the best of dogs will occasionally say âa-rooo-rooo-rooo-roo-ROOP!â but if it is for more than a minute or two I would tend to look for a cause.
If the cause is being a horrible little git-dog, then I would assume the owner was bad at his or her job. Which job is, to have a happy dog who doesnât need to bellow about nothing for hours on end.
I feel sorry for little dogs that folk acquire as an ornament and then leave alone with bugga all to do except try to attract any sort of attention
In essence the poor wee thing is going insane
âI never met a nice South African Westieâ. There must be some, I suppose.
And what about the poor wee Me, eh?
But your assumptions about this dogâs home life are inaccurate - it is well cared for,so please donât upset yourself on its behalf.
I once met a happy, country-dwelling Westie whose main fault was that it kept on having to be rescued from rabbit-holes it went down in a spirit of Earnest Enquiry.
Proffers pore wee Gus a set of earplugs and ear defenders to protect the Gusly sanity*
Sunny at the front of the house
Black as night at the back
Thunder
Rain
Putting my socially - distanced meeting with my DiL in jeopardy
Sigh
Carinthia.xx
I wouldnât have disliked that one, certainly.
Itâs fine now, Twellsy - it ceased and possibly has gone so far as to desist. Itâs not normally a persistent nuisance. Oaf winds it up, true, but he was with me, so Not His Fault.