Tag Archives: dog

January blues

Like Old Mother Hubbard my cupboard is bare; The fridge is the same, there is nothing in there. No turkey is lurking, the fruit cake is done, And as for mince pies there is not even one. The dog ate … Continue reading

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Predator

Ronovan’s haiku prompt

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Burdened

*even if it does make typing a tad difficult…

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Invitation

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Mystery solved

Ever wondered what it is that dogs see in tennis balls? The green eyed monster Jealously guards the treasures She still loves to share

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Workspace Blog Hop

Pamela nominated me to take part in the Workspace Blog Hop back in September last year, sharing where we each work and write. Recently Alienora also passed along the baton. And I am afraid, I am going to cheat and … Continue reading

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Done

I’ve finally decided I am glad I am so short, The floor today seems way too far… I really think it ought To realign its distant stance and do its best to meet me About halfway twixt here and there’s … Continue reading

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Manifest perfection

The weather has taken a turn for the better. The fields have gone from liquid mud to walkable once more so two days ago Ani and I turned left through the gap in the hedge instead of right into the … Continue reading

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The scent of a woman…

The pigeon flew up out of the bamboo beside the door, scaring Ani and not doing a lot for me either as the wet dog jumped to the safety of my arms. Daft thing. The smell of wet dog at … Continue reading

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Finding the sparkle

I swore this morning when the alarm went off at half past five. Largely because it was in the pocket of the jumper under my coat… which made it awkward to get to with hands cold from the early morning … Continue reading

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