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by RICH
Rated: E · Book · Hobby/Craft · #1584786
Blogging, to take over the world.
The object is to teach an old dog new tricks. (not much hope ... )
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March 21, 2020 at 5:22am
March 21, 2020 at 5:22am
#978687
The year started off so well, then did a 180 and now we are not happy.

There is the outlook which states; 'there is good in everything.'

Looks at the situation with a magnification of much positivity, and see not much to be happy about.

Most days the blessing and goodness is there, on the flip-side, there is also the darker issues.

Sticks my head in the sand, may the forces of bad be gone by the time I surface.

Google has a few good items on Positivity and Attitude, there is a minor snag there, I have to do all the work, and the Negative sneaks up behind me - BOO!

There goes the clean nappy, and toilet paper is in short supply.

Till again ...
March 12, 2020 at 9:52pm
March 12, 2020 at 9:52pm
#977934
Three pups arrived --- the Toy Poms have given, boys or girls - still don't know, all we know is that all is well.

A bit of rain,
no colds (flu - any sniffle will now be looked at; seriously)

Busy with lots of nothings, very busy.

January 6, 2020 at 10:18am
January 6, 2020 at 10:18am
#972786
2020

A year which may be year worth of mention in history -

The world is charged with energy, as the rule goes - a matter with positive or negative will sound off in its tone.

Time will tell ...
October 29, 2019 at 3:05pm
October 29, 2019 at 3:05pm
#968612
Definition of bowwow. 1 : the bark of a dog also : dog. 2 : noisy clamor. 3 : arrogant dogmatic manner.

Merriman and few other agree on this:

Myself: I must show preference for the last: for when I hear the 'bow wow wow' - I know there is a dog-matic manner there; this may be arrogant or not.

Dogs feature very high on the 'my friend' list.

Let WoW not be mixed up with the Bow wow,

Here @ WDC I use WoW as an acronym for Writers of WDC.

Then there is also another WOW ! --- this we will not discuss here "Wow ... did you see that(?)" comes to mind.

There's more to this ...


There was supposed to be much more, then LIFE has its way --- sometimes it goes away: that is LIFE.

Cat flu came to visit, Bow-wow was no more, a short, vibrant life was gone. So fast, so deadly ...

18 November 2019 - and not even a photo to display.



August 9, 2019 at 8:53pm
August 9, 2019 at 8:53pm
#963990
We's got us a new puppy!

Anyone following this saga; nope, not the set of triplets born to the Prince's 'Harem of the Cur'- a new puppy from the money-tree, i.e. bought a new puppy.

No guesses as to whom the baby-sitting is allocated to -> ME (there's one born every minute, and the cap suits me fine)

Who lets the dog(pup) out ... at 2am (?)

Why?










*Reading**Pumpkin*
July 27, 2019 at 7:35pm
July 27, 2019 at 7:35pm
#963284
A cigar is in order, we have 3 puppies.

So?

It is freezing out there >>>>

So, the mother is in her box with her pups, in front of the stove (anthracite)

And who is the 'Go To man?'

Me ... at 1.30am, he lets the dog out ... that is what he does.

And then ... he writes about it - elementary!

OK, I'll be off to bed as soon as I have had my 'drink'.{Soft drink; Doctor's order}
May 26, 2019 at 2:03pm
May 26, 2019 at 2:03pm
#959664
The words "Were they (farmers) then happy?" comes to mind here.

The rains came, the rain which made the drought end.

Mother Nature and all her minions rose to the occasion - water, water, everywhere; and the 'dance' started.

All begat, begot, and multiplied - the good; the bad; and the ugly!

The Ugly is the group which make themselves stand out, multiple feet, wings, slither, creep, crawl - they get there, they have waited a long time; their share they want, it was a given, the pests will have their share and in turn will part with the calling card.

Take a card; the picture will be a skull 'n cross-bone, this is the way - every silver lining has a cloud and some of those clouds can be big and dark.

Stock loss is the result - farming is the game.

Tomorrow the sun will shine, the cold will set in and chase all those nasty away.

Winter will take its toll, it is the way.

*Poison*
May 20, 2019 at 8:37pm
May 20, 2019 at 8:37pm
#959355
Life goes on, sometimes things do not change, they stay the same.


This much seems to be true in this case.

THE TIME IS 2AM, this is the time when Penguin would wake me to be taken out for a walk.
This is also the time her son wakes me, not to be taken out, as he is already out, he is making such a racket playing and barking.
Playing is - chasing his toy, which makes an awful lot of noise on the cement floor in front of the door outside.

HE is the offspring of Penguin who passed away when he was born.

Time flies, 8th October, last year, HE was born, now he wakes me with all his energy as a teenager, playing the night away.
He would like nothing better for me to go out there and play with him - - -

I would like nothing better to sleep, rather than take the dog out.

Guess - who lets the dog out? (at 2am)

Like Mother - like Son.

April 24, 2019 at 2:36am
April 24, 2019 at 2:36am
#957400
There is the story which has been told many times - certain stories need to be re-told, such is the fate of stories.

The Sunday School teacher told the kids the story of Noah and the great flood. At the end of the story, the teacher asked if there were any questions.

Little John, whose dad was a farmer, asked "Teacher, were the farmers then happy with all the rain?"

Officially this can be said today, the worst drought recorded in a hundred years is at an end, now we got flooded - just can't win!

So much for being a farmer, always something to be thankful for.

This is at the end of summer, at least we will have a good winter crop.

(These floods are not everywhere, time will tell the story in full)
March 16, 2019 at 7:32am
March 16, 2019 at 7:32am
#954414
Puns and toilet stories are the worst ever subjects, yet, sometimes, they can be worth a retell.

Like the time the wife heard one of the kids flushing the bowl, time and time again.
When she looked in on the youngster, there he was, pressing the handle down, then peering very intently into the bowl.
Wife asked the young what was the problem.
The answer was "It won't go away ..."
Wife went closer to look at the 'problem'.
A kitten, half drowned, was battling the numerous assaults not to be flushed into eternity.
The usual discussions followed, to date, no living creatures were flushed again, none that I know off.

Why this story now?

Yesterday, I was woken with the words "Wake up - come look here ..."
The sun was still low on the horizon, darkness was slowly leaving the scene.
A look into the bowl in the half light; there was something in there, dark, and moving.
My fuzzy brain thought 'T'is ain't normal, what the ...'
The Porta-light (torch) was called for - and in the light - there it was; a great big hairy nasty rat! Half drowned and trying to get out, not willing to be flushed away.
This story has a nasty ending, sensitive souls should not read anymore ...
The BBQ pliers was used to get hold of the rat's tail, the tail was then carefully picked up in a rag, and the body with the BBQ tool, into a big bucket, another bucket on top - outside, where the unfortunate rat was introduced to Sylvester, the Cat.

Less said the better, except the cat now follows me closely, with a happy Cheshire cat grin.







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