A tangle of legs
wet noses softly snoring
dreams of open fields
February 9, 2010
September 25, 2009
It took a long time, I know. But I take the re-naming of said pooches verrrry seriously. After consulting baby naming books, dog naming websites, reading the names in movie credits and even the street directory I have now found a new name for the other dog.
Again in a nod to her origins, it gives me great pleasure to present Miss (Vespa) Paloma nee Rosealine. But that too is a mouthful, so for now we’ll stick to Paloma, ok?
Hajimemashite.
September 21, 2009
September 14, 2009
I’ve had another epiphany lately. I don’t want to be one of those boring people who when they get a new thing (insert toy/ baby/ pet/ car/ trinket here) it’s all they ever talk about. Ever. So today we’ll talk about ummm… err… I’ll have to get back to you.
September 11, 2009
Yup, I’ve done it. FINALLY I’ve settled on a new name for one of my two dogs, the little one. Yessiree, I’ve decided her new identity should say something about her personality but also pay homage to her origins. Observing her closely since she’s been with me I’ve noticed that as she’s rather small she tends to get blown around in the wind and so, Ladies and Gentlemen, please charge your glasses and be upstanding to welcome the newly re-named, Willow! Her full name shall be henceforth, forthwith Miss Pixie Willow nee Roxanne. But that’s a bit of a mouthful, so for now we’ll just go with Willow. En chanté!
September 8, 2009
I’ve once again added to the repetoire of creepy stuff my dogs like to eat. Do they like the nicely packaged, nutritionally balanced, easy to handle, posh sounding and extra expensive dog bikkies? No. Instead they prefer to gnaw incessantly on creepy, dried up things. Today, for example, they hoovered up dried pigs ears – blech! So the list now looks something like this; creepy dried up roolami (I don’t know what that is, and I don’t want to know), creepy dried up lung from some poor animal, creepy smelly staffy sticks (ditto unkown contents, but I assume it’s not made of staffordshire terriers) and very creepy dried pigs ears. Just writing that almost makes me eject my breakfast!
As much as I detest looking and catching a whiff of this stuff (let alone touching any of it) I rationalise that it’s effectively re-using stuff that would otherwise end up as landfill and contribute to global warming. So in a small way I’m helping to fix the planet. But I’m getting verrry close to drawing a line in the sand. I certainly will NOT be buying or touching pig trotters or snouts!
September 2, 2009
I’m determined not to dress like a hobo when I take the dogs to the park. Admittedly the early mornings when you’re not really awake make this a particular challenge, but normally I just grab something from the laundry pile (I know, cringe, but it’s only going to get wet/ dirty/ doggie anyway, so shoosh!) and get on with it. The dogs don’t seem to notice, or care for that matter, and everyone else at the park has that dishevelled and ‘please don’t notice this ensemble is part pyjamas’ look too. As I wrote before we’ve had wild, no make that bloody wild, weather here in Melbourne of late. If it hasn’t been blowing a freezing gale it’s been raining and sometimes they’ve joined forces. Which has made finding the right shoes for the park nigh on impossible. Cue chorus, I have nothing to wear. Repeat. My favourite boots were getting trashed and my least-worst chuck on bad shoes left me with cold, wet feet. And then I struck gold and thought this was clearly a case for funky gumboots. I ended up going one better, it is Spring now, and got these beauties. Guess you could call them gumshoes?? So now I have happy feet, a warm upper and a warm head. Did I tell you I had to buy a fancy hat too?