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Dogs in disgrace

I took the dogs for a long walk across the hills and fields yesterday, crossing not one but two streams, throwing sticks for Snipe and letting Midge race after as many rabbits as she liked. And all that in the pouring rain.

And how did the little madams thank me?

By rolling in fox dung!

Snipe and Midge - 27 December 2009

Snipe and Midge - 27 December 2009

So what did I have to do?

Stand outside in the pouring rain and wash the little darlings.

Hmph…

Somerset

I’m currently staying with friends in Somerset while I put things back together. It’s raining today so the view across the valley is obscured by interminably grey clouds, which is a shame as I’ve spent a lot of time leaning against the fence or sitting on the roots of some of the ancient and wise trees, just staring at the hills and fields, watching the steam train chug across the valley floor, revelling in the peace and silence, and being comforted by the knowledge that I am simply the latest in how ever many thousands of years to look over the same valley, that my fears and hopes aren’t that much different to those who have gone before me, or who will come after me.

I haven’t taken any satisfactory photos of the view, which is probably a good thing as it’s something to experience at the time. A photograph couldn’t possibly capture the emotions that the view inspires, at least not for me.

But here are some others that I’ve taken.

Somerset - 27 December 2009

This is the hill that I let the dogs run loose on. Midge has thus far failed to catch any rabbits, despite her best efforts. Snipe, in turn, has also failed in her deer hunting quest, though she has eaten more than her fair share of deer poo...

Snipe - 27 December 2009

Snipe takes a quick break after running up and down (and down and up and up and down...) the hill fetching sticks...

The obligatory ritual humiliation of small dogs

Midge is still in disgrace after her shenanigans yesterday with the turkey and ham, all the more so after putting up with an evening’s worth of theft-induced flatulence more suited to a fat hippo than a Jack Russell Terrier.

And so here is a second photo of Midge as she lay there suffering after her Boxing Night binge…

Midge - 26 December 2009

Midge - 26 December 2009

Funnily enough, she wasn’t hungry this morning…

Indigestion, anyone?!

So, what do you do with leftover ham and turkey?

There are many answers to that question, but if your name is Midge, you’re a Jack Russell Terrier and you’re a greedy little so-and-so, the real answer is to steal and scoff the lot.

Midge feeling extremely sorry for herself - Boxing Day 2009

Midge feeling extremely sorry for herself - Boxing Day 2009

I am sure she feels a million times more miserable than she looks.

Well, I hope she does, anyway…

Nadolig Llawen…

…and all that jazz

Snipe - 21 December 2009

Snipe - 21 December 2009

I hope you and yours have a lovely day.

Snow views

I know you should have the sun behind you when you take photos, but there are times when it’s the sun you want to photograph…

The sun over a snowy field - 22 December 2009

The sun over a snowy field - 22 December 2009

Cold, but bloody gorgeous.

Fergie in the snow!

Hmm, I don’t think Fergie’s particularly impressed with the change in weather…

Jo and Fergie - 21 December 2009

Jo and Fergie - 21 December 2009

Fussy pig, she won’t like it when the snow and ice turn back to rain and mud!

The end of the world as I know it…

Just a brief post to say that B and I parted company over the weekend. Yes, the timing sucks. No, I haven’t got a clue what comes next. As we slip from one decade to the next, I shall be single, homeless and jobless. Ok, so it’s not as dramatic as it sounds, but in the wee hours it sure feels like that! It’s an opportunity, or so I’m told, to do anything, to go anywhere. Here’s hoping, right?!

Thankfully I am surrounded by wonderful friends to whom I owe bucketfuls of thanks.

Here’s the most recent photo of the piglets, to end on a good note:

Pinky, Curly and the piglets - 13 December 2009

Pinky, Curly and the piglets - 13 December 2009

Remember when …

… the sun was shining and the grass was green?

No, me neither.

Unbelievably, this was taken just three weeks ago:

The five adults and Snipe - 27 November 2009

The five adults and Snipe - 27 November 2009

All that green is now a sea of mud into which the pigs sink. On a dryish day it tickles their knees. When it’s raining, it laps at their bellies.

Apparently, we’re having a dry spell for the weekend. Here’s hoping…

Now that’s what I call Christmas decorations!

I don’t “do” Christmas. I’m neither Scrooge nor Grinch but I can’t stand the uber-hype at this time of year, the overspending, the I Want, Must Have culture that can’t be good for anyone’s health or happiness. Considering it’s meant to be a religious festival (but only coz they nicked the idea from the Celts etc), although I’m about as religious as a paper bag, I find the gluttony and greed that seems to rule this time of year to be sickening.

So … I don’t “do” Christmas.

But I would do these decorations:

Santa baby, hurry down the chimney tonight...

Santa baby, hurry down the chimney tonight...

They never let poor Rudolph join in any reindeer games...

They never let poor Rudolph join in any reindeer games...

😆

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