What’s Ruby Reading

Posted on August 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Hi Guys Ruby Dog here! Guess what I have been hearing really good things about a couple of twolegses called (Zozo&Jools) they can be found over at Usual Muttwits

They have been writing about a whole gang of fourlegses. Imagine, how cool is that! Look there is even a map of where they all live.

Westley Piddle Map

..that unexceptional and mostly unremembered little town huddled on the Thameslick between Bisham and Cock Marsh…©Zozo&Jools.

Now Sue Vincent over at Daily Echo knows them too and they have been featuring on her blog. That’s where my willow found them . So I have been reading her her mail for news of these guys.

MUTT-SHOTS

Muttwits from A to Z

Bananas – Pug

got an appointment with destinyshe races on, leaving the others sniffing at a butt that ain’t there

Boltz – Jack Russell

morning’s for chillinBoltz…

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Safety Be Damned ~ Fandango #writephoto

Posted on August 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

“This is remarkable,” Donna said. “What a transformation.”

Steve beamed. “Yeah, we gutted the place,” he said. “Took it down to the studs, reconfigured the layout a little for a better flow, and created an open concept for the kitchen, dining area, and family room.”

“Wow, just wow,” Donna said. “You did an amazing job, that’s all I can say.”

“Thanks,” Steve said. “We also added a powder room on this level and created a master suite upstairs by combining two of the four bedrooms. It has an en-suite bathroom and a huge walk-in closet.”

Continue reading at This, That and the Other

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The House that Fish Built…

Posted on August 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

… No smoke from the roof-rounds

of Albion without tribute to them…

A tribute on the Quern.

A tribute on the Kneading Trough.

A tribute on the Baking Flags…

An ounce of gold for every nose

North, South, East or West

of the Wondrous Head.

Continue reading at France and Vincent

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Making Connections ~ Goff James #writephoto

Posted on August 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Goff James at Art, Photography and Poetry

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Time’s Tread ~ Na’ama Yehuda #writephoto

Posted on August 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

She could swear the old house breathed at night. That the walls spoke.

It was the age of things, she thought.

She’d ask, but the next door neighbors gave off a distinct air of distance and her mother was too occupied with damp ceilings, leaky pipes, and bone-dry bank account. There were questions one did not bring up unless adults were in the right mindset, which was rare enough during calm times, let alone through times of grown-up strife.

Continue reading at Na’ama Yehuda

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Up, In, Out, Down ~ Keith Hillman #writephoto

Posted on August 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

“It’s certainly a step up from your last place Seb,” I said as I climbed my way to his front door.

“Indeed it is old fellow,” he said, my pun having fallen on deaf ears. “You can leave your shoes here in the vestibule”. He pointed to a worn rubber mat in the porch. “Let me give you a grande tournée of Manoir de Sebastian”.

He flung open a door. “The parlour”, he announced, “or living room to you”.

Continue reading at Keith’s Ramblings

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The Small Dog’s Downfall

Posted on August 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

She said I was scruffy and needed a bath,

I said she’d be lucky, was having a laugh,

‘Cause my two-legs alone cannot lift me and hold me

The best she can do is manhandle and scold me

While she ends up dripping and I end up running…

My two-legs shampoo me alone? She was funning.

“Oh no, little Small Dog, we’ll try something new here…

Just come to me, girlie, I’ve got dry shampoo here.”

What, dry stuff, not wet stuff? Perhaps we could try it,

She’d not con me into the bath, ’cause I’d spy it,

I could do a runner, if she turned out sneaky..,

But ‘dry shampoo’ somehow did sound a bit freaky…

Continue reading at The Small Dog’s Blog

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Grand celebration ~ Kitty #writephoto

Posted on August 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Skipping a step or two,

Walking up the stairs,

Gazing at,

Freshly watered plants,

Continue reading at Kitty’s Verses

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Wild #midnighthaiku

Posted on August 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Wilder horizons

Escape mediocrity

Touch a wider sky

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Tails from Westley Piddle: Donuts – Part One, from Zozo and Jools at Usual Muttwits

Posted on August 2, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Muttwits:

Scratch are on the rise. A nightmarish cross between furry little doggies and sharp-clawed killing machines. They’re invading Westley Piddle and something’s gotta be done. Donuts, the rugby-loving Welsh Terrier, decides enough is enough – at the infamous battle of the Tesco Extra 5 bins.

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A particularly fresh-sniffing day in Westley Piddle, that inconsequential town on the Thameslick between Bisham and Cock Marsh. Winter snowlick is melting away as daffodils and croci burst from the ground in Herdwick pooping park, waving about and begging fourlegs to squirtz ‘ems. And wot can be better than that? When a squirtz is all that really matters to a fourlegs, apart from solid noshing, corss.

Trouble is, changing weather is making the bright hot ball in the sky brighter and attracting a lot of unwanted scratch. It’s no longer safe for a decent fourlegs to go sniffing ‘round abouts the undergrowth and marker posts in the woods, cocking a leg. Scratch just sit there, watching, waiting. An unspeakable contempt in their malign presence. Wotz worse, more scratch are appearing in Westley Piddle. The opening of a scratch sanctuary down the far end of Nelson Avenue, close by Tesco Extra, may have something to do with it.

A particularly troublesome snifz is hanging over town and fours are in a tiswas. Ain’t natural!

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