(Happy St Patrick's Day!)
The egg hunt had begun
It was her Easter bonnet entry (and this year she'd win the prize)
Friday, 25 February 2011
Cat's Easter bonnet; Border Collie pups egg hunt, and the Leprechaugi
Leprechaugi
(Happy St Patrick's Day!)
The egg hunt had begun
It was her Easter bonnet entry (and this year she'd win the prize)
(Happy St Patrick's Day!)
The egg hunt had begun
It was her Easter bonnet entry (and this year she'd win the prize)
Thursday, 24 February 2011
Starry night - gazehound; Border Collie pancake champ; Corgi paints Easter eggs; and It's the Easter Whippet!!!
It's the Easter whippet!!!
Pancake champ
His talents were much sought after
Starry, starry night - gazehound
Pancake champ
His talents were much sought after
Starry, starry night - gazehound
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Greyhound mesmerised by snow; whippet cocktail waitress; cats skipping, on picnic and ring o roses
Snowfall
Skippety skip
Ring o roses
She'd rather be at home reading
(but she'd keep quiet and eat her chicken drumstick like a good kitten)
She was saving her tips for a new sofa
Skippety skip
Ring o roses
She'd rather be at home reading
(but she'd keep quiet and eat her chicken drumstick like a good kitten)
She was saving her tips for a new sofa
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
Trampolining corgis; ballerina whippet; hibernating cat; barkeeper Border Collie
A bounce a day
(keeps the doctor away)
Bardog
(it was only a part time job, but he enjoyed it after a day of herding sheep - and the extra bones came in handy)
I'm staying right in here until spring arrives
(and I ain't moving for nuffink - unless you offer me a roaring fire and a fishcake)
She practised every chance she got
(keeps the doctor away)
Bardog
(it was only a part time job, but he enjoyed it after a day of herding sheep - and the extra bones came in handy)
I'm staying right in here until spring arrives
(and I ain't moving for nuffink - unless you offer me a roaring fire and a fishcake)
She practised every chance she got
Monday, 14 February 2011
Whippet afternoon tea; cats and cake; Border Collies punting on the river; No one (even Corgis) like spam sandwiches
No one liked spam sandwiches
Messing about on the river
(rather than IN it!)
They met every Tuesday for tea
(and they ALWAYS ate the cake...)
(Drat! now I fancy cake...)
She always took afternoon tea
(but she never ate the cake)
Messing about on the river
(rather than IN it!)
They met every Tuesday for tea
(and they ALWAYS ate the cake...)
(Drat! now I fancy cake...)
She always took afternoon tea
(but she never ate the cake)
Saturday, 12 February 2011
Corgis at the seaside... (and more)
Icecream break
(Because everyone needs a break from all that playing sometimes. It can be hard work.)
Once upon a time...
(...there were five teddy bears and a picnic hamper...)
It was family photo time again
(it was always a palaver getting everyone to sit together for long enough)
He thought of it as his Picasso phase
(other anipals thought of it as little as possible, but would never say so, being nice dogs and cats)
(Because everyone needs a break from all that playing sometimes. It can be hard work.)
Once upon a time...
(...there were five teddy bears and a picnic hamper...)
It was family photo time again
(it was always a palaver getting everyone to sit together for long enough)
He thought of it as his Picasso phase
(other anipals thought of it as little as possible, but would never say so, being nice dogs and cats)
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Friday, 28 January 2011
Happy Birthday, Beryl!!!
Well - we had to use Beryl as our excuse to post this pic, '...the lonely sea and the sky...' (and declaim the following poem - one of our favorites)
Monty, sitting on haunches, one paw on chest, the other out to the sky, in a rising woof of excitement, recites:
"Sea-Fever"
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
By John Masefield (1878-1967).
(English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967.)
Happy Birthday, Beryl!!!
Monty, sitting on haunches, one paw on chest, the other out to the sky, in a rising woof of excitement, recites:
"Sea-Fever"
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
By John Masefield (1878-1967).
(English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967.)
Happy Birthday, Beryl!!!
Happy Birthday, Judy!!! Hope you get loads of bling...
...and not just one earring. (Why does she only have one earring anyway - one day I'll find out.)
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