Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Remember when we all had to write compositions in school? 90% of them were entitled “My Dog” I never actually got round to writing a my dog one, I think my first one was “Our Street”Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
it's one miserable wet cloudy damp day in Dublin today.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
I have taken to listening to our local radio - Radio National OZ - a practice I was long brought up on back in old blighty - fascinating indepth science talks etc etc and I can do me knitting at the same time without lookin up - I watch very little tv now but do have me collection of dvd's at the ready - so I am surrounded by me console of laptop/TV/DVD/Radio and am happy as a pig in shit - and then there is the patio during the cooler moments 6am and 6pm are ideal and then there are the dogs to talk to/feed and generally social with - they pretend to like me but they just hang around for food but I do enjoy the odd lick or two - them lickin me that is - never fancied the backend of a dog!Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
My former dog reproached me in a dream. She was named Katrina, a spayed dachshund with a fat tummy. I had wanted a beagle and my parents told me a dachshund was a beagle with shorter legs. She walked with a wobble and embarrassed me in public. You completely underestimated me, she said in the dream. She was right. I once taught her three tricks in one day—sit, roll over, and play dead—and then lost interest. Why didn’t you say you could talk? I wanted to know. That’s so you, she said. You never asked me, did you?Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
You’re an honest gentleman RJ, not many of us left.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
I'll try,Jem...tho' I spex I'll be shouted down. #sigh#Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Thanks Pug, very informative indeed.
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