Love you Mama
Love You Mama
This is our new series of postings – three word musings. However on this one occasion I feel the need to express myself more fully, which I’m sure none of you will mind. Rest assured the next postings in this series will consist of my three word musings and I sincerely hope that you’ll join in ….
This is me having written a message to my Mama. I think She already knows this, but I thought I’d make it public, so that anyone passing by this spot on the beach at Mablethorpe will be in no doubt about my feelings towards her!
Big Feet
Boy, my feet are big. This is me doing what Mama calls “a torpedo boy”. I know a lot of you guys call it frog dog, but we’re sticking to “torpedo boy” if you don’t mind.
Anyway this is me still at The Roughly Cottage near Newcastleton in Scotland, enjoying my July holiday. I’m at the boat house just whiling away the day. It was way too hot to venture much further – we had to wait for the sun to go down a bit before we could go out on a walk, but that was no problem, unless the midges came with us, and if you’ve ever come across a horde of midges then they can ruin just about anything. Fortunately we had some spray to keep them at bay – hey that rhymes!
I love stretching out like a torpedo. Other than food and eating food, what do you guys like doing?
In Memorium
Today is possibly one of the worlds most important days of remembrance, other than for those of us who’ve lost companions on days other than 11th November.
This day allow us to openly mourn. To shed tears without embarrassment. To remember.
This day is doubly poignant for my family as this is the day 23 years ago, that Mama’s first Scottie dog, Agi, was born. Although I never met Agi, as she died in December 2002, two months before I was born, it is because of her that me and my mama-dog, brothers and sisters became part of the life of this family.
So, like millions of others, mourning the loss of people we’ve never met; paying our respects to those that have gone before; to those that have sacrificed their lives for others; I too pay my respects to these great people and include in my thoughts a little prayer for a devoted companion that I know Mama still misses ….. desperately.
For the animals lost in wars
Red Poppy
NaNoWriMo!
November is National Novel Writing Month and we have been asked by Rocco to participate in a round robin story. We are really excited about this. So to bring you all up to date with the story so far, here’s where you can catch up, then read my bit. Can’t wait to see what happens in the end!
And our chapter is …
No …. the smell actually smells like Mama’s “Meat Lovers Biscuits” she makes for me every couple of weeks – she doesn’t like buying kibble, but prefers to bake my biscuits herself …. Anyway less of that, what are those humans doing here?
I creep stealthily into the cabin on my 4inch legs – lucklily no one is interested in looking at the floor so I seem to be able to continue unnoticed – thank goodness for that – so I manage to get to the back door and escape into the night. My master most certainly was not amongst those humans having their fun in that cabin. Or was that fun … I’m so not sure ….
Oh boy …. so if he wasn’t there where oh where was he. Was I distracted by the smell of cooking? Or was his smell mingled within that delicious smell of baking in order to put me off my trail. I’m better than that. I can feel he was here … but not anymore.
Oh shall not be deterred. Help is needed. The snow is still falling and I’m surrounded by the forest. In this environment I am more at peace. No squealing, stomping or shouting humans in cabins that make me jump …. just the peace of a forest at midnight with snowflakes fluttering around me.
I stride forward. Confident that my posture will put off anyone trying to stop me find my master. Into the mist I tread. Into the snow covered countryside. Into the dark. Into the cold. Into to ….. Oh boy! what on earth is that emerging from the woods ……
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The next chapter can be found at Critter Alley
Flashback Fridays
Those were the days ….. Nuff said I think!
Sparhawk Scotties 