Chinese crackers, possums, dawgs.
Woke up giggling this morning and I'm still waiting for me to reveal what the hell was so funny but so far I haven't.
Was wondering only yesterday if you were still busy decorating,
Woofy. Little did I suspect you were taking it as far as carpeting your lawn! / Hope your Mum keeps on feeling better.
If Tarquin and H. will let you post the blog,
Robinia, I'll enjoy looking at it now and then. Oh and we will also want to know what we may call H - I mean, if T shall be known as Tarquin... - Horatia? He he.
Give your neighbours a Cesar Millan DVD
Jude, perhaps they'll be inspired, who knows. You don't have to say you bought it for them, make a story up how it got into your hands and now you're just wondering if they might possibly find use for it.
To tell you the truth I'm in a bit of shock here, just heard from my country friend that two of the horse rehabilitator's three dogs have been killed by the train - and not even on the same day. That place is like Midsomer for dogs; a few years back my friend's husband killed their new puppy (very much by mistake) on the day of its arrival - imagine having to tell the kids when they got home from school, after they'd been fondling it the very same morning. And now this. The dogs sleep in the (open) boot of the car. The surviving dog is the most cordial of the three and I keep thinking of him all alone at night now - the confusion he must be going through.
goodbye little doggies
glad to have met you.