Published by Gussie
on Friday, October 27, 2006 at 10/27/2006 11:45:00 AM.
Bike light technology has increased mightily – or come down in price - since last winter. Suddenly we’re meeting a lot of cycles in the dark with fierce blue front lights. Jake ain’t so keen on these, even tho' he usually doesn’t give a toss about passing cyclists. The hurty-eye lights are making him twitch. And this morning someone had a hurty-eye torch in the park … end result: Jakey ran up BARKING at a bewildered dog walker who was only trying to pick her dog's shite off the park in the dark. Ger-woof woOF WOOF.
We may need Sandy’s bike lights to desensitise him. Tho’ we don’t want him rushing up to every passing bike thinking it’s her (terrified cyclist swerves, splash! in the canal).
Labels: Park life
Published by Gussie
on Sunday, October 22, 2006 at 10/22/2006 09:51:00 PM.
Immutable laws of the park :
The one thing more exciting than your own ball is another dog's ball.
The one thing more exciting than another dog's ball is finding a stick.
The only thing more exciting than finding a stick is FINDING A FOOTBALL!
But remember...
The park giveth and the park taketh away.


Labels: Park life
Published by Gussie
on Monday, October 16, 2006 at 10/16/2006 05:00:00 PM.
A picture says a thousand words. What a look of resignation as Jake is forced to stand next to yet another enormous allotment vegetable. I bet he's thinking that
RinTinTin never had to pose next to a beetroot.

Labels: Allotment, Family
Published by Gussie
on Friday, October 06, 2006 at 10/06/2006 04:41:00 PM.

Now here's a thing. Never mind interactive toys, Jakey could be settling down on the sofa with a good book, perhaps White Fang. Or Proust.
What am I thinking? He's a DOG! He will want to read
100 Great Smells or
How to catch squirrels for pleasure and profit.
The Swan-Plan Diet. (Help me out here).
He could write some books himself, perhaps
How to get on the sofa - and stay there. Or
Aunts I Have Charmed. Etc.
Check out the
doggy flashcards. Though I'm a bit worried about what might be spelled out for us in fridge poetry magnets if we go down this road.
Labels: Whimsy