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Monday, 23 December 2019
A Canine Christmas.
In my opinion, most reasonable sized dogs would prefer to sleep in a box of fresh straw in a barn, rather than in a dogzy-wogzy fur lined, tinsel covered, plastic bed, with paw prints all over the wretched thing.
Dogs (or even cats) are not really interested in Christmas, and they don't understand why their humans dress them in silly red suits. They don't want flashing red bow ties, nor do they want mince pie flavoured bone-shaped biscuits, or Christmas McDoggets. What they really want, is for it to be like any other day.... dogs like routine.
Popular presents this year are velcro fastened fluffy Lion Mane collars, Reindeer antlers (yes, we had one for Monty), squeezy rubber beef burgers, Dugg Boots, and the ever popular dog bowls with Bonzo or Rover written all over them.
Of course all dogs want their slice of Turkey or Tofurkey (for veggie dogs), and they never say no to a Parson's Nose, but otherwise they like Christmas day to be just like any other!
It’s dawn over Trelawnyd.
The sky looks like one *Turner *would have painted with big clouds tinged
with pink and blue.
I’ve just taken *Dorothy *outside...
1 day 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; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. 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!