Back from the Wilderness
Posted: Tue 7 November, 2006 Filed under: Animals, Domestic, Travel Leave a comment »Well, we’re back, following a really good weekend.
Hound had a fantastic time, involving at least two hours on the beach every day, and Saturday also involved a large amount of time at Tarr Steps, which she loved.
And now of course we’re back in the war-zone formerly known as Bracknell. Well, I was back for one night, and now I’m off to Cambridge for the week. Last night was back to normal for the war-zone, with Hound on sedatives for most of the evening.
We so need to move…
Tidal
Posted: Thu 2 November, 2006 Filed under: Animals, Getting Organised, Travel Leave a comment »You know, it really comes to something when you find yourself checking the tide times for the time you’re away, so that you know whether you can take the Hound to the beach at decent times…
Sleeping Positions
Posted: Thu 2 November, 2006 Filed under: Animals, Domestic Leave a comment »Sometimes I truly despair of Psycho Cat.
Every week or two, he changes the place where he’s sleeping – usually he ends up gravitating back to sleeping on the bed in the end, but he does change what he’s doing every so often, and he’s a complete pain in the arse when he does so. Recently, he started sleeping in the laundry basket – on clean laundry, rather than dirty (Of course, he’s a cat) – but has now changed location again, and Herself sent me a photo of it…
Walks, Woods, and Fireworks
Posted: Sat 28 October, 2006 Filed under: Animals, Domestic, Photography Leave a comment »This afternoon we’ve taken Hound up to Burnham Beeches again, and she’s had a great time.
The past week, and the next couple, are the worst time of year for Hound – there’s fireworks all over the place, and Bracknell seems to become like a war-zone with them going off every night. While I’ve been away, there’s been a whole week already with fireworks every night, so Hound has been fairly stressed. I took her out this morning (she’s still been getting walked every morning, but apparently when Herself does the walk, it’s just not the same) and she ran round the local park like an absolute loon, burning off some of that nervous energy that’s built up over the week.
So Burnham Beeches was always going to be part of the plan this weekend, and she’s had a great time.
It also gave me the chance to get some photos with the new lens, and it’s a fantastic bit of kit – even though it was the “wrong” lens, it’s still great, and is providing me the chance to get a lot of a certain type of photos I was wanting to experiment with.
But the most important thing for us was to make sure that Hound had a really decent run – and she’s most definitely had that now. And we’ll most probably be doing something very similar tomorrow, although not at the same place. Variety is the spice of life, and all that jazz.
Counting Down
Posted: Mon 23 October, 2006 Filed under: Animals, Domestic, Thoughts Leave a comment »It’s less than two weeks now ’til my birthday, and I can’t deny, it does feel like it’s beginning to loom a bit.
I shouldn’t be bothered by it, and after all, it’s “only” thirty-fucking-five, but there we go – I’m not bothered by it per se, but it’s something I’m conscious of. I think that some of it is that turning 35 is a change of demographic – I will no longer fit into the 29-34 demographic, or the 25-34 one, or whatever. I’ll be in the 35-44 range, and that’s kind of old.
Ah well, I’m sure I’ll be fine.
Besides, we’ll be away in Somerset, making sure that Hound is away from the full “fun” of fireworks night…
Dog Results
Posted: Sun 22 October, 2006 Filed under: Animals, Photography Leave a comment »Not that they’ve publicised it yet, but The Kennel Club has released the winning images (and runners-up) for their Dog Photographer of the Year competition.
And neither Herself nor I have come anywhere in it.
Ah well, maybe next year.
Welcome
Posted: Fri 20 October, 2006 Filed under: Animals, Domestic 1 Comment »Got home this evening, walked through the front door, and Hound was wanting me to go and chuck a ball round outside for her. Hardly even a chance to put my bag down before she’s there, wagging away, wanting me to play.
Then I took her out for a walk, and all was well with the world – in canine terms, anyway.
Nice to be welcomed home, and wanted, isn’t it?
