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Tuesday, 31 January 2012
In The Wars Again.
Poor old Monty, he ambles from one disaster to another.
This time we think he must have consumed some poison. One minute he was fine, the next he was lying on the floor shaking and wobbly. We rushed him down to the vet', where they put him on a drip, and kept him under surveillance over night. Lady M was convinced he was going to die.
When we picked him up the following morning he was fine.
The problem with Labradors is that they're never happy unless they have something in their mouths; a stick, a steak, or a canister of arse-nick. They don't differentiate.
What next, I wonder? Well there is this....
Monty's brother (by adoption) 'Bok', above, goes to the Vet's this morning to have his dangly bits snipped.... Poor old Bok. Why is it that women insist on this? (no answer required, or necessary)
Bok is prone to jumping up on people (I'm trying to stop him). Recently, on a walk, he put his paws up on my chest, and managed to pull my reading glasses off their string; I only discovered they were missing when we arrived home. Yesterday I thought of letting him sniff my current pair to see if he could find the old ones, but whilst rushing about he suddenly stopped to sniff at the ground.... and there they were. Lost then found; all due to Bok.
A THORN BETWEEN TWO ROSES .....
*My husband was cutting down some ferns and asked me to tell him how far to
cut them ..... I went out into the garden with nothing on my feet but flip
3 weeks ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone (except the obdurate and dictatorial) is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!