Spayed at last and I’m miserable.
Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
Spayed at last and I’m miserable.
Just what am I supposed to do with this?
Apparently my toys are more fun than his!
Flora and George are uncertain how they feel about snow. So if in doubt, just bark at it!
There’s still time to join B with March squares with squares or circles!
I’m trying this out, will a panoramic i phone photo be big enough on my page?
My distance vision isn’t brilliant, but looking north west, beyond the housing, I could see the Cathedral, University and the hospital.
Anyway two little dogs were very happy today running around and rolling in fox poo!
Jen asks that we share a photo or several of something that is dearly loved for the weekly photo challenge. Leaving family aside and small objects of desire, it’s not easy to pick. No surprisingly I’ve seen a few photos of pets and so I’ve decided to do the same.
If you’re an animal lover of a certain age, there’s a high chance you’ve experienced the loss of a pet at some time in your life. Last year it happened to me – twice in quick succession and while the edge of the pain has faded, whenever I come across a photo of Dido and Daisy, the tears are never far behind.
But then in July new puppies arrived. The moment my eyes met Flora’s she was mine and the moment Flora’s eyes met mine, I was hers.
She’s impossible to take photos of, dark eyes hide behind dark fur and she moves swift as light.
So, she’s my beloved Boodle (border terrier cross miniature poodle’, her brother George who belongs to my housemate, comes a very close second.
They can’t see me hiding here.
Cute, naughty and 16 weeks today!