Wednesday, 28 December 2005
Monday, 26 December 2005
Wednesday, 21 December 2005
Saturday, 17 December 2005
the girls cavorting
and where are all my fans, and requests for pawgraphs, and canine comments? Come on America, wake up!! And isn't that lovely David Cameron just snortin'! Bring back David Blunkett's dog. Lurchers unite! Cut the subsidies to French poodles.
the beautiful Mattie came to visit today and had some of my Christmas cake. Here she is offering to kiss Harri while I look on with hope.
I am sorry I have been rather quiet recently but the weather has been very grey and the boss has been working far too hard so no photos.
Monday, 12 December 2005
Saturday, 10 December 2005
Friday, 9 December 2005
Wednesday, 7 December 2005
Monday, 5 December 2005
So we all have to take serious risks to get a drink!
well, personally I think cats are best chased, in fact mum was banned from the Royal at Horsebridge (in Devon!!!) because she was a lurcher and the publican liked cats. Actually mum loves cats and often runs after them to tell them so. So it's all in the genes I think.
photo by her mum Olivia T-B
the boss says he has heard from Mattie who is so beautiful that she has won loads of prizes and all sorts, and that she is very well behaved for a lurcher. Harriet was v jealous so I promised to show everyone how beautiful she is now even though to tell the truth she hasn't won any prizes yet. I enjoyed my birthday today. We were 6 months old yesterday, almost spotty teenagers now. I may be getting too old to have birthdays.
Sunday, 4 December 2005
Saturday, 3 December 2005
Let me out, I'll have you. Not sure what the boss means by rabbit.
The boss came back with a hangover last night after a night on the tiles. He says he is in the doghouse but frankly there isn't much more room in here what with me and Harri, Cassie and Max. Anyway he isn't a lurcher except he did last night. What is going on?? He must think it's Christmas.
Friday, 2 December 2005
the boss says this is the real treasure around here but he's just a bag of old bones anyway. And who can eat campion?
Harriet says she heard the boss's boss say Spot will have to have them off. What does this mean? Should I have them off?? Is it still my birthday? What a ball we will have because tomorrow it's Christmas.
Wednesday, 30 November 2005
Tuesday, 29 November 2005
Monday, 28 November 2005
Sunday, 27 November 2005
Saturday, 26 November 2005
that's better. I think all those grumpy folk mocking the Bodmin Jam 1000 are being very unfair. The boss says the weatherman forecast snow showers turning to rain. Some shower and no rain! And he says that if you live in Cornwall you know it's going to rain. And how else can we get to Trago Mill. Did Trago shut? I feel that this photo shows me in my more raffish mode, keeping one ear back ay my age is difficult you know.
Friday, 25 November 2005
the boss insisted on just one more snowy lane picture, he thinks the sinuous curves rest easy on the eye. Cornish lanes seem very rounded when you stop and look, maybe it's the way the hedgerows are trimmed (like this earlier post http://tamar-valley-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/cornish-lanes-near-my-house.html ) and more to come.
Thursday, 24 November 2005
talking of nightmares, here are two we met earlier this year, plus lesser spotted heath orchid, wild camera and book on flowers, all in a field of Cornish bladderseed (eaten in this case by the villains in the picture)
good night all
This is the view from the bottom of my garden. Stoke Climsland Church looms over us all sending out ringing messages to the faithful. Lily and Frodo live on Kit Hill (just visible in the background like a great geological breast feeding Cornwall). And there is still no news of the missing ducks. Is there anything that young farmers won't eat? Am I safe?
Autumn is late but now it is deep and colourful, tomorrow it will snow, and everything will stop.
I am looking out of the window, waiting for the snow. It never snows on my birthday.
The boss has fenced us in, who will come and let us out? Lurchers unite, down with 6 foot fences. This is my barkist manifesto. More biscuits, down with the walking classes .... must go, supper is calling
Wednesday, 23 November 2005
Some feathered friends keeping an eye on the big boss down below. These are not the missing ducks. Where are those ducks and does no one care??
This mutilated tree is very photogenic and the boss likes snapping it. Why chop off its head, who is to blame? I want to know.