Do most folk go to the latest post on a blog and read downwards until they get to one they've read before, or immediately scroll down to the first new one and then read up the way?
Asks our parental advisory team.
Friday, 17 July 2009
Wednesday, 15 July 2009
Odd
I think the end of the world is maybe nigh.
On Monday morning when I was down at the castle with the dugs, there was a fairly sizeable tree which had fallen overnight, and was sort of blocking the path through the woods beside the Clyde. Fair enough.
As I was heading back, I heard the unmistakeable crack of branches breaking, and then falling to the forest floor, not far behind me. That's a bit of a coincidence, I thought. Two in a few hours.
Tuesday morning - just with Molly, of course - I heard another tree falling somewhere at the far end of the wood.
This morning I was walking back up the path from the wood, only to discover it was blocked completely by another tree that had fallen in the 10 minutes since I'd gone down that way. Even Molly was a wee bit freaked!
It's altered the atmosphere of the walk. Rather than revelling in the peaceful solitude of the forest I'm scanning the airspace above me for incoming lumps of wood.
;0)
On Monday morning when I was down at the castle with the dugs, there was a fairly sizeable tree which had fallen overnight, and was sort of blocking the path through the woods beside the Clyde. Fair enough.
As I was heading back, I heard the unmistakeable crack of branches breaking, and then falling to the forest floor, not far behind me. That's a bit of a coincidence, I thought. Two in a few hours.
Tuesday morning - just with Molly, of course - I heard another tree falling somewhere at the far end of the wood.
This morning I was walking back up the path from the wood, only to discover it was blocked completely by another tree that had fallen in the 10 minutes since I'd gone down that way. Even Molly was a wee bit freaked!
It's altered the atmosphere of the walk. Rather than revelling in the peaceful solitude of the forest I'm scanning the airspace above me for incoming lumps of wood.
;0)
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
Day Two in the Big Bucket House...
...and the wee black dug has realised that she can use her plastic appendage to her own ends. Most animals in my experience, just get totally freaked by the bucket.
No' her.
She's learned that if her and Molly start the usual playfighting, she can use the collar as a partial suit of armour, rattling the side of it into Molly's face and then choosing her moment for a full frontal lungeing assault, whereby Molly's heid goes into the bucket the wrong way, leading to much panic on the latter's part.
It's also the ideal implement for creating a firm seal around any bowls of food that are lying unattended on the ground. It involves her sticking her face in the bowl at an awkwardly vertical angle, but that's a small price to pay for an extra dinner in Jorja's world.
Oh, and note to self. Next time, don't poke your head round the half-open kitchen door to see what mischief she's up to because she runs out, the bucket catches the edge of the door and the only thing that stops it slamming shut is your forehead.
It's going to be a long week.
;0)
No' her.
She's learned that if her and Molly start the usual playfighting, she can use the collar as a partial suit of armour, rattling the side of it into Molly's face and then choosing her moment for a full frontal lungeing assault, whereby Molly's heid goes into the bucket the wrong way, leading to much panic on the latter's part.
It's also the ideal implement for creating a firm seal around any bowls of food that are lying unattended on the ground. It involves her sticking her face in the bowl at an awkwardly vertical angle, but that's a small price to pay for an extra dinner in Jorja's world.
Oh, and note to self. Next time, don't poke your head round the half-open kitchen door to see what mischief she's up to because she runs out, the bucket catches the edge of the door and the only thing that stops it slamming shut is your forehead.
It's going to be a long week.
;0)
Monday, 13 July 2009
There's A Dug In My Bucket
Marion and me had been swithering for a while about getting the dogs neutered. The bulk of the veterinary advice suggests it's the right thing to do, but there was always a feeling that putting a dog through elective surgery wasn't quite - well, fair.
Our vet had certainly said that it was probably wise to let the dogs have one season. Jorja's first time in heat was a kind of false one, so we waited until this year when she had her first proper season, and after a few weeks had passed, booked her in. We were going to get both dogs done at the same time, on the reasoning that if they were both recuperating they'd be less likely to batter lumps out each other, but then the vet said that he thought Molly might be going into heat, so she had a reprieve.
The Wee Black Dug went in today. The operation all went according to plan, but she looked a sorry wee soul when I went to pick her up late this afternoon. We've to keep the bucket on her for a week, and then take her back to get the wound checked.
I was feeling a bit guilty already, and the expression on her face isn't easing my conscience. Even with the jazzy pink pawprints on the impressively sized "Funcol".
Our vet had certainly said that it was probably wise to let the dogs have one season. Jorja's first time in heat was a kind of false one, so we waited until this year when she had her first proper season, and after a few weeks had passed, booked her in. We were going to get both dogs done at the same time, on the reasoning that if they were both recuperating they'd be less likely to batter lumps out each other, but then the vet said that he thought Molly might be going into heat, so she had a reprieve.
The Wee Black Dug went in today. The operation all went according to plan, but she looked a sorry wee soul when I went to pick her up late this afternoon. We've to keep the bucket on her for a week, and then take her back to get the wound checked.
I was feeling a bit guilty already, and the expression on her face isn't easing my conscience. Even with the jazzy pink pawprints on the impressively sized "Funcol".
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