Well, everyone else seems to be at it… and certain people have kept saying the ‘p’ word… so …you can blame them.
I’ve had my secretary.. well… her…working on it… and she’s all done. She needs to be kept occupied, you know… gets into all kinds of mischief if not…
I mean, the other day, for instance… went upstairs with the usual marmalade coloured hair… came back down a while later looking really strange… the curly orange stuff had gone and it was like mine.. straight and black!
You can imagine… took me by surprise a bit… ‘specially with all the black painty stuff round her eyes and her mouth gone all red… Something about a costume…so she says…
Now me, I think she was just making fun of me moulting… ’cause she took it off! And the marmalade hair was still there underneath! So I had a think about it and realised that as I’ve not been well, she must have got bored not being able to play ball all day, so I ought to find something for her to do.
And while I remember, thank you very much for all the nice messages. I’m much better now. I may manage to stay poorly a bit longer though if I am going to get fed salmon and chicken….I reckon this should about do it…
Anyway.. what was I saying? Oh yes… I found something for her to do. Kills two balls with one stone… is that right? It’ll do… balls on the brain at present. You see, I’ve seen this thing… and she says if I want one I’m going to have to save up for it. Which is a bit awkward really, cause I don’t get pocket money… just bones and tennis balls and the odd pig’s ear.
I’ve got a fair few bones stashed in the garden, but she doesn’t seem to think they’ll want them. So, I thought I’d do what people keep telling me to do and publish Notes from a Small Dog as a ewok…is that right? Small, weird, furry? Sounds about right… Maybe it was ebook… near enough anyway…
So I have. And she says if people like it enough I’ll be able to have this thing… I mean look at it….an automatic tennis ball thrower! With room for masses of the things! And I already know how to use it… my tennis balls have their own plant pot… learned that one early… though they don’t seem to grow very well….This is the Ferrari of tennis ball throwers!
So… if you feel like helping a small dog go to heaven….. You can get Notes from a Small Dog… with loads of pictures… as an Ewok for Kindle… still not sure ’bout that….You’ll notice it has her name on it… they said a dog couldn’t write books and insisted… grrrr…
There’s a paperback too, though the pictures will be black and white like me, ’cause otherwise it would cost a lot… but it would make a nice stocking filler for under the Christmas tree…
Much love,
Ani xxxx
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wonderful, you are a very prolific and creative family )
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You should see what my son is up to too 🙂
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you are all a wondrous bunch in many ways, that is clear. happy we can share some of it with you. )
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Thank you Beth 🙂 Me, I am currently just the secretary of a small dog (apparently) with dreams of tennis balls…
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well, try to keep up, ani is quite a force to be reckoned with. we each have many roles in this life )
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I’m doing my best… but I’m not sure hours of fetching the ball were in the secretarial job description 😉
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Lovely story and photographs, I enjoyed reading it.
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Thank you 🙂
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Just downloaded Ani’s book – I can’t wait to dig (no Ani, not for bones) into it!
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Thank you Pamela!
She is currently revelling in the prospect of outselling Stuart and I 🙂
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My favorite dog (but don’t tell her she isn’t human!) has put her stories in a book. Go buy this book and help Ani get her nifty ball thrower.
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Oh, congratulations everyone! I can’t wait to read it.
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That dog is going to be unbearable now… 😛
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Gone to her head, has it? Lucky she’s cute, then! 🙂
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That and a student telling me Ani is the name of the Earth Goddess in his culture…. 😉
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Oh boy! I love it!
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*chuckles* so does she… 😉
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