ON THE ROAD AGAIN
I TALK TO THE TREES...
THE SILENCE OF THE PAPILLONS (No, not really - yo...
PAPILLON AND CHIPS
AND YET MORE SNOW
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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"
Sunday, June 09, 2013
The other day I had Cupcake and Belle out with me. Just the two of them. And the rabbit. It appeared a few yards away, and they both spotted it. They stared. Then they looked solemnly at each other. What was it? Clearly they thought it was rather cute...and what was all that noise?
|"Well, looks like I made it this time!"|
All that noise was Truly, in one of the small runs on her own because it`s safer that way and I didn`t need an all-bitch meltdown that particular day. She was jumping up and down, all four feet leaving the ground, screaming "Kill it! Kill it! KILL IT!" She looked in disbelief at the two youngsters, now staring at her in amazement. What was she shouting about? Swedish is such an incomprehensible language!
Eventually bunny decided to hop off, leaving a very frustrated little Scandinavian person, and two mildly interested and puzzled young Papillons.
Truly was furious. Lunch had passed her by...and what was the young generation coming to?
I must admit, I was surprised. Most of my Papillons feel exactly as Truly does, and the pack have had a few rabbits in their time. Belle and Cupcake seem to be very gentle indeed, to the extent that they could be mistaken for Chin.
Score one for bunny
Meanwhile, a trying time. Kallista died of a massive stroke, and I am nursing young Velvet through encephalitis. Not an easy week, this.
Sorry that the 3rd person to comment, who also sent good wishes for a speedy recovery, decided to change her mind and withdrew them.