Sitting downstairs from 6.30 am with this one on my knee because….as an older lady…..she has perfected the “if you don’t come down I may be going to pee in the house but actually I just think you should feed me and give me a cuddle” bark…….And I can’t take any chances. Not only that but my Newfoundland ( who is also elderly) doesn’t appreciate the early morning barking either. He assumes she is aware of danger and he needs to take action……. Like find somewhere to hide or find someone to protect him!
Meanwhile this boy feels the need to gather as many of my clothes as his tiny body can drag to my bed. As I was sorting out my wardrobe yesterday he’s obviously been too busy to get much sleep last night!
For those who don’t know me I currently have 4 dogs……Or rather they currently have me. I love them all very much and they all have very different petsonalities……But after a night out on the town with a few glasses of red wine I could do without the early morning alarm call! So next time she does this I shall put my head under the pillow and ignore them both……..Though that may be difficult if the newfy tries to get into bed with us as he has done before when terrified 😫
Marriage tip -Don’t let your husband play golf near anywhere you love to walk.
Me, walking, enjoying the mountains, the sand dunes with the sea appearing, the sound of the birds, the sound of the waves …….And him rabbiting on “Can you see that green over there that’s where Jonny…….” “Look at the the tee box…..when I teed off from there……”
I’m pretty teed off myself! Thank goodness dogs don’t golf! Stick with the dogs for walking …..You may have to pick up 💩 but you want have to listen to it 🙉
PS I love him really ❤️
My family think I’m obsessed with dogs which is totally nonsense. I’m not obsessed with them at all……I just like them that’s all……quite a lot.
Most dogs like me too. That’s the reason I have to stop to say hello to them. I can see them looking at me as I walk past……Not in a passing glance sort of way but in a very definite “Yoohoo I’m over here” way! It would be hurtful to ignore that!
My husband was adamant I should at least have tried to ignore it at LA airport security but the beautiful springer spaniel was determined I should talk to him before he carried out his search duties….Which did cause both my husband and the security guard a few anxious moments.
I wonder if I’ve been a dog in a past life? Is that why I have that affinity with them? I don’t generally sniff lampposts or greet people with a nose up their bottom but I do like eating, sleeping, going for walks and being made a fuss off. To be fair in my other past life working with young children I have followed a few around, nose close to bottom height sniffing -not my favourite part of the job 😷 💩
Anyway I’m certainly not obsessed with dogs- despite the fact my son just told me that his friend says he tells his new pup “just a quick hello then walk on” is appropriate on meeting another dog. ” Just like we need to keep reminding you mum!”
This is Barney. I’ve always loved cocker spaniels from an early age. One day I decided that I would like to get one. So I got Barney. Not a rescue dog but a pup from a small “hobby breeder” who had two beautiful bitches that he showed. I did my homework, pre-internet and gumtree days, before I choose the breeder and the pup.
Barney came with a pedigree as long as your arm but it was still no guarantee of healthy dog. My poor wee man took his first seizure at 6 months and died at just 4 despite all the medication he was on having gone into “status epilepticus” or constant seizures.
But this isn’t about pedigree v mongrel, rescue v buying or about Barney’s ill health …except that it was mainly because of Barney I began to use the internet and became familiar with Google……Possibly over familiar 🤔
Barney was a black cocker and was hairier than the average cocker. He was also slightly on the large side. People were always asking me what breed he was……I was so delighted to meet one lady in the park who commented on how beautiful he was and how he was “very obviously a good pedigree” .l
….then asked “what breed is he?”
Wouldn’t have been so bad but she had a golden cocker with her.
So back I went to google. It had been a godsend when it came to getting information about canine epilepsy and treatments available. At least I thought so……Ian my vet got quite irritated by my constant “helpful advice”.
“You wouldn’t go to your doctor and tell him how to treat your children would you?”
Course not! Thanks to dr google’s advice I rarely had to take my children to the doctor!
Anyway back to Barney. He couldn’t be that unusual for his breed could he? So I did a search of Google images “cocker big black hairy male” ………And that was how I learned about internet safety settings 🙈
“Normal isn’t normal, it’s just what you’re used to.”
― Marty Rubin
Well I spent the first hour of today wearing a hoody back to front. To be fair I noticed after half an hour but my husband didn’t so I thought why bother to change it! Obviously the hood wasn’t up at the time although there is no guarantee that even then he would have noticed. He’s no morning person and after 32 years of marriage I need to do something pretty spectacular for him to notice. Also I suppose as he’s used to seeing me in the morning in a unicorn/mad cow/Eeyore onesie he may not have thought this morning’s outfit was anything particularly strange.
I then changed to go out for the day. This time I wore a T-shirt with a cardigan and jacket over the top. ( I did have other items of clothing on but as this isn’t a fashion blog I’m not going into a full description).
I came back at lunchtime noticing that it seemed colder than when I left home. I took my jacket off to have lunch and realised my cardigan was missing. Now how do you lose one item of clothing while still wearing the item over it? Although I suppose if it’s a skirt and knickers……….actually I don’t think I want to go down that route 🙈
Different cardigan on and off I go to an appointment, then to a coffee shop with my son. Home again and this time I realise I still have my cardigan but I’ve been wearing it inside-out.
Now I am the queen of wearing odd shoes or boots, I’ve also worn a dress inside-out while out with my husband one evening. He noticed halfway through the evening but decided it best not to tell me and spoil the evening, instead choking all night trying to subdue his laughter until we got back to the car. So I do have form…….But today seems to have been one thing after another! Is it my age? Facebook keeps throwing things at me suggesting that it is . Tonight I even clicked on one link but only because I thought it said “100 great ideas for mayonnaise” when it turned out to be menopause ……..I’ll not be having that for dinner then.
I can’t say anything though my own Facebook posts aren’t always what I intended them to be – earlier autocorrect decided to change my FB post so that I knowledgeably advised someone that it was ok to give their nipping puppy a quick “shag “ then redirect their behaviour and praise. The word is “AHAH” 😳
And there are still several hours to go!!!
“Everything that I’ve done has made me who I am today. You know, it’s cliche, but it’s true.” – Kristin Cavallari
Did you ever sit and wonder what happened to that determined, little girl who knew exactly what she wanted from life and was determined to get there? Where is that ambitious, focused, hard-working but cool teenager who knew just where she was going?
No? Me neither.
I was the day-dreamer, the slightly eccentric, shy child who adored dogs and loved roaming in fields in wellies ( I don’t think onesies were available in the 60’s).
From there I became the awkward shy teen, who still daydreamed (and occasionally fell asleep in school),who still loved dogs but had no longer fields behind my house to roam in.(I think I’ve just spotted one of those pivotal moments worth chatting to my psychiatrist about.)
I was always slightly accident prone. Well perhaps slightly doesn’t decrease a clear image. The fatherof-the-bride speech by my beloved dad included this “ If there’s one piece of advice I would, give you when marrying my daughter it would be this……make sure you take out plenty of insurance”
Which reminds me I managed not to buy any more tools yesterday in B&Q. I didn’t get the floor down before dinner either so I’m off to do that now. I did manage to throw the old bed out of the landing window and I even remembered to shout a warning out the window before I let it fall! Unlike the time I threw the chest of drawers out the window without a warning and my son was having a “quiet” cigarette at the front door. Sadly it still hasn’t stopped him smoking even though he discovered that day just how easily smoking could kill! I hope he has plenty of insurance