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Tag Archives: Dogs
No ball outside the bathroom door No muddy trace of canine feet There is no dog hair on the floor The house looks shiny, clean and neat. Outside the pigeons on the fence Can bill and coo without a fight … Continue reading
Hiding is futile Guilt can wear many faces Some still melt the heart Ani demands that I point out that these are old photos and she would not dream of unstuffing anything these days… she says.
The dog has got me sussed, it seems, I can get nothing past her… No matter what approach I try She’s always thinking faster. “I’ll hoover in a minute, girl” ‘We’ll see,’ I see her thinking… Then launches into mad-dog … Continue reading
Furball tumbleweed Blown through the open doorway Spring moult commences “I should have got a poodle.” “You wouldn’t want to change me.” For Steve’s #FurryFives
We came running till the end of the street, and stopped suddenly, transfixed by the magnificent artwork in front of us. “When did that happen?” my beloved exclaimed. I shook my head and replied, “I have no idea, but isn’t … Continue reading
Reblogged from Barb Taub: Last night, I heard coughing. It sounded like it was coming from beneath me.* *[No, of course not. The Hub wasn’t even home. Get your mind out of that gutter.] I sat up, stumbled out of … Continue reading
Snowballs and turkey, and nice handsome poodles, Maybe a chicken fried up with some noodles, Tennis balls flying like birds on the wing…. These are a few of my favourite things. Old cheddar cheeses with sausage and bacon, Walks in … Continue reading
“The time has come,” the doglet said, “to talk of many things; Of tennis balls and squeaky ducks, and sneaky bees with stings; of why the sparrows fly so fast and if that cat has wings.” “Just wait a bit,” … Continue reading
Mentioning the turkey epsode was a bad idea. It brought back all the memories of my little ‘accidents’ over the years. I pleade ignorance… I was young. How was I to know she wanted the turkey when she just left … Continue reading