And so I do my normal trick, and write two blog entries very close to one another, and then not post again for months. Bad me, I know. However, I am attempting to update my blog regularly I guess, at least for the moment.
Now, who, might you ask, is the silly bugger in the picture? That's my boy, that is! Silly little twerp that he is. But I felt like playing with some picture software I have on my computer, and that's what I came up with. Much better than an average normal every day kind of piccie, don't you think?
He's a mad dog though. We're in the process of getting new neighbours in the rent-a-house next door, and he's determined to "meet and greet" with every person that comes to look at the place! Damn annoying at times!
He's learnt to bark recently too. Or howl, to be more exact. Think bloodhounds on the Yorkshire Moors in the dead of night on a dark and stormy evening, worthy of Mr Sherlock Holmes, in fact, and you're getting close to the sound he makes when he lets loose. I was recently bailed up by him one night last week, when I snuck out to spy on him in his sleep as he was making very loud happy puppy whimperings (and little paws going all asunder), and I wanted to catch him in the act, but instead he woke up before I got to him, and bailed me up on my back deck with a blood-curdling howling that would make any would-be burgler run for them-thar-hills....
He's still madly digging up the place, and shredding everything in sight, and bailing me up every single bloody time I go out the door (did I mention he's an excitable pup?), but he's slowly learning where he fits into the fabric of things, which is good.
He still hates storms, rain, and fireworks, and I often find him looking very sulky and sooky at me through my door when there are pretty flashy lights in the sky that go "bing", and yet I wouldn't be without him, I guess. He's even learning to let me drink my coffee in the morning when I go and sit on the back deck with him (though this time at a table and chairs, rather than on the steps).
He has a habit of "praying" before dinner too. It's very funny, because the pose he gets into looks very much like he is saying grace! Up on his back legs, with his front paws clasped together on the table, head bowed....
:-)
Such is the life of the dalmatian, I guess....
Now, who, might you ask, is the silly bugger in the picture? That's my boy, that is! Silly little twerp that he is. But I felt like playing with some picture software I have on my computer, and that's what I came up with. Much better than an average normal every day kind of piccie, don't you think?
He's a mad dog though. We're in the process of getting new neighbours in the rent-a-house next door, and he's determined to "meet and greet" with every person that comes to look at the place! Damn annoying at times!
He's learnt to bark recently too. Or howl, to be more exact. Think bloodhounds on the Yorkshire Moors in the dead of night on a dark and stormy evening, worthy of Mr Sherlock Holmes, in fact, and you're getting close to the sound he makes when he lets loose. I was recently bailed up by him one night last week, when I snuck out to spy on him in his sleep as he was making very loud happy puppy whimperings (and little paws going all asunder), and I wanted to catch him in the act, but instead he woke up before I got to him, and bailed me up on my back deck with a blood-curdling howling that would make any would-be burgler run for them-thar-hills....
He's still madly digging up the place, and shredding everything in sight, and bailing me up every single bloody time I go out the door (did I mention he's an excitable pup?), but he's slowly learning where he fits into the fabric of things, which is good.
He still hates storms, rain, and fireworks, and I often find him looking very sulky and sooky at me through my door when there are pretty flashy lights in the sky that go "bing", and yet I wouldn't be without him, I guess. He's even learning to let me drink my coffee in the morning when I go and sit on the back deck with him (though this time at a table and chairs, rather than on the steps).
He has a habit of "praying" before dinner too. It's very funny, because the pose he gets into looks very much like he is saying grace! Up on his back legs, with his front paws clasped together on the table, head bowed....
:-)
Such is the life of the dalmatian, I guess....
2 comments:
It's about time you updated this blog! Very slack!
a good source of writing inspiration:
http://dailywritingprompts.thewritingoffice.com/
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