The Loser
Here's Meg on her return home
£150 quids worth of xray, dental surgery and antibiotics and she's still looks as though she has had ten rounds with Mike Tyson.....which, basically she has done
hey bloody ho
Dog Fights
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| Constance: Wet and unbowed |
Terriers and I have something in common........we never let anything lie...
Today that irritating tenacity rebounded on Welsh terrier Meg somewhat after she got all too excited chasing squirrels in my brother's garden.
We had gone up today rather than my more usual Thursday because my sister in law needed to run a few errands, as just as I was in the middle of my second cup of coffee in the day the sounds of yapping echoed around the garden.
I watched as Meg flew one way and another after a two squirrels who had crossed the garden to stuff their faces on the contents of the bid table. She was frustrated and angry and as she bounced past Constance who was watching the action with benign apathy she snapped at her in frustration
Not a good idea!
Bitches, unlike dogs have a tendency to hold grudges and will fly at each other when provoked, and the one snap was all it took for a full scale dog fight to start.
Of course Constance always had the upper hand, weighing in at 25 kilos she quite easily could have floored Hattie Jacques let alone a 10 kilo Welsh terrier bitch, so knowing the Meg would not back down even though she would be literally crushed flat by Constance, I hurried outside, picked up a handy bucket of water I had used to water them earlier and doused both bitches thoroughly which did the trick
Constance withdrew to a sunny spot hyperventilating and sulking at the indignity of the soaking whilst Meg had to dragged away with a kind of " leave it...she's not worth it" kind of struggle usually seen on somewhere like Jeremy Kyle.
Constance was bloody but with as it turned out Meg's blood as the terrier had almost lost a canine tooth in the fight.....I am typing this waiting for Pat,Andrew's mother in a law to come back from the vets....she kindly agreed to take her down to her practice in Denbigh as I couldn't leave my brother .......
sigh,
Why can't bitches flight like a couple of girly girls in the movies eh?
A tiny bit of hair pulling..a brief slap and lots of tears before bedtime
I have posted this charming young lady fight for Tom and Chris...thought that their red blooded hetero natures would enjoy the spectacle
Post Night shift
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| Stanley marching past the laptop |
It never happened very often, but very, very occasionally a "maverick" teacher would up sticks from the drudgery of SRA cards ( does anyone remember those?) and lead her class of senior 4 infants to the playing fields for a story in the sun.
Of course the girls would all make daisy chains and the boys would start thumping each other ( I can't remember if I actually did either?) but the change of routine was always something special.
This morning I am typing this on the field. Its gloriously warm and sunny and fresh....and I am enjoying being a human scarecrow during the time it takes for my water butts to be filled by next door,s outside tap...The crows have been eating the animal feed, and have taken over as number one Trelawnyd pest, so as I scare them away still dressed in my uniform pants!, I am sat in the lovely sunshine recreating that sense of outdoor teaching I recall from being a ten year old.
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| The Churchyard from the South Wall |
As I sit, recharging from the night's events, a goose nibbling at my feet ,
it's nice to realise that you are very much alive and well
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| Goose attentions |
No more Soddin' cake
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| My brother in law Tim, Sister Janet , Aunt Judy and me before the cake hungrey hordes from Prestatyn decended on the open day |
I won't wax too lyrically about the second of the family open days organised to raise money for the Motor Neurone Association, I will leave that up to Janet on her blog site....suffice to say that well over a hundred people turned up in the sunshine to see Ann and Tim's garden and to stuff themselves with dozens of home made cakes.....
After a few hours of slicing victoria sponges and dropping scones onto plates...I quite happily could have not spied another piece of confectionary for a couple of years...... but the slog has been worth it....
I am knackered now......have just dropped some left over fairy cakes and quiche to the pigs ( who sucked up the egg and cheese filling with their eyes shut in blissful excitement!) and am now going to try to catch half an hours sleep before going to work on nights
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| "Cakes" as far as the eye could see |
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