"Of course she is perfect! She is mine!"
"She was worth it all"
IT`S RAINING GIRLS
Blanche and Velvet at large
Off into the unknown with us - Allegra, Merlin`s...
Allegra and I had a beautiful walk
The lovely autumn landscape we walked over.
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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"
Saturday, November 07, 2009
But last night after a few minutes a storm of barking, growling and other horrendous Swedish cursing broke out. Merlin, safe in bed, was insisting that something out there was Very Wrong, Mum, and that I should Do Something.
I couldn`t see why someone would be at the gate so late on. but out I went.....
And there was Truly, facing up to a really enormous fox. Drawn up to her full height of nine and a half inches at the shoulder, she was telling it loudly and clearly that it had no right to live, and when she had killed it, she would be feeding it to her puppy.
The fox was.....well, a bit foxed by it all. You could see him thinking: "It looks like a dog, it smells like a dog, it sounds like a dog - but I do eat things that size....."
I got her in quickly, and got the look I know well that says "I brought it to bay for you - now you kill it!"
I went up to the fox, which showed no inclination to leg it. But after some persuasion it headed off behind the coal into the thicket down by the burn, from which came sounds of crunching. So it already had a meal.....fortunately not Truly.
She was already in bed with her fat daughter, telling her all about how she had vanquished a giant predator, and how when she was older, she would be taught how to do the same. And then they could go hunting together.....
Be afraid, Godzilla. Be very afraid.
Truly would be very grateful for any food support and is eating me out of house and home.