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Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.
"IN DOG YEARS, I`M DEAD"

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

DOH A DOG, A CLIMBING DOG 

Eloise is still recovering from her experience. (She now only inhabits the very top of trees.)

But she is quite philosophical about it:-

"Fresh milk and mice and unravelling mittens
Big sexy tomcats (and please God, no kittens)
Fat juicy pigeons too slow to take wing
These are a few of my favourite things…..

When the rain blows, when dogs climb trees
When the whole world sucks,
Sometimes I think of my favourite things –

But mostly I run like ..........."

News of Crufts and the sexual habits of Bulgarians when I recover from the horrendous cold I brought back from the show.
Posted by: Elizabeth / 2:52 PM
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