She’s weird. Yeah, I know you know.. but specifically weird…
She has perfectly good fur. Okay, she may be going a little grey round the muzzle, but then, so am I… and I’m only two….
Hers is supposed to be a sort of treacle colour… so what does she do? Paints it. Now, I ask you…why would anyone do that? There is no need to mention my tail at this point, by the way. It wasn’t my fault it went purple. Or white. How was I to know the paint was still wet?
It is in the past. A closed book. I refuse to think about the whole, sorry affair…
The stuff she uses smells funny too.
I just sit and watch, with my head on one side. She gets this odd gleam in her eye sometimes and plays with that tuft of long fur between my ears…. I tend to beat a retreat about then. She has an odd sense of humour you know…
I’d just like to remind her at this point that I’m an English Setter… not a Red one.
Course, Dad was orange… handsome chap….Irish, you know.
Mind, like I said, perfectly good fur.. paints half of it, takes it off most everywhere else…. And warm though it is, she needn’t get any ideas on that one…! Don’t fancy bald legs myself…
Then she gets a bath… voluntarily! She lets me keep her company in the bathroom… not that I’ll go in until she’s safely in the water, mind you… the hall is fine. Dry. Safe.
But she seems to enjoy it and just lays there making little sighing noises.. she calls it medicating.. or meditating.. some such thing.
But you should see how much soapy stuff there is! I stick my nose in the bubbles sometimes when she’s got her eyes closed… don’t want her getting ideas about dragging me in there with her.. you never know…
Then she paints her claws.. now come on, what good is that? Dig one good hole in the garden, bury one bone, they’d be a mess ….the stuff only has to come back off again… Then she even paints her face!
Now, human dogesses.. (she says I can’t call you bitches, don’t see why myself…she calls me one) .. what is it with all this painty stuff? She calls me a pretty girl and I don’t wear paint…well, not on purpose anyway… And she looks just the same to me whether she’s all painty or covered in mud and grass from the garden. To be fair, I sort of like her like that… she smells really interesting…till she gets at the soap.
I suppose we all do weird stuff though. I am not including burying bones in the sofa here… that is purely practical… I can dig them up when she’s out…But I do stuff she must think is odd, ‘cause she laughs at me. Or says, ‘Ani!’ in that shocked voice…she still laughs though. I think it might be because of the weirdnesses that she loves me, you know. .. she says I’m one of a kind.. but then, we’re all unique, aren’t we?
Right, time’s up… let’s see what colour she’s gone this time… it’s always an adventure…
Oh dear….
She might need a cuddle…
better go…
Love,
Ani x
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Ani, you are so right about us human dogesses! We do have some very strange habits. I have to confess that your Goddess and I are of a mind when it comes to the painting of hair and the long sudsy baths. But I suppose – and I’ve said this to Jumble – we can’t quite get on board with your habit of using a large dead seagull/badger/fox/ocelot as perfume.
Having said that, you would have adored Saturday’s walk. Jumble and I found a new stroll. It had lovely smells; it had a river WITH DUCKS; it had the aforesaid demised sea bird (which Jumble rolled in…thrice); it had sticks…
I’ll say no more. But give my love to the treacle-haired (sometimes!), claw-painting one, won’t you?
Ali – Jumble’s Human Bitch!!!
xxx
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Morning, Ali!
Yeah.. mine has a bit of a thing about the badger rolling too.. me, not her, of course…
Ducks? I really have to come and meet Jumble… pheasants sound good to him? We do pheasants here…
And treacle is more chilli flavoured today…
Pass the sunglasses…or the fire extinguisher…
Love to Jumble 😛
Ani xxxx
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i love the perspective
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🙂
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I have missed Ani. Glad she’s back.
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She’s never far away.. in fact, quite frequently on my knee, of sharing the office chair as I type…;-)
I’m sat here waiting to hoover the carpet.. but it will have to wait. She’s dragged her bed into the centre of the floor and is peacefully snoring.She rules me even in her sleep 🙂
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It is the divine right of all 4-legged family members, I think 🙂
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Yep. Rules me with a rod of iron.. or a soggy, half eaten tennis ball, more like 🙂
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Lol
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OK, Sue. What color is your hair now? 🙂 Or, is that not what Ani is referring, too. As it is, she made several good points. Part of her charm is her perception and in the many ways she finds to delight us. 🙂
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Oops! I see now. It was your nails you colored. My bad. 🙂
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Nope.. hair too 🙂
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Its only red, Judy… it’s just, sort of… even brighter… The packaging said spice.. I thought it sounded a by softer… apparently they meant chilli 🙂
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