Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Things in Trees

My family have a strange habit of wandering around looking up into the trees and calling out funny names.  The most recent one was "Kenneth".  Like "Kenneth, where are you?"

Or peering into bushes and shrubs and oohing and aahing, then saying, "Go away, Ollie".  "Lock that dog up!"

It was all very bewildering until I realised that there were things in the trees and bushes that they didn't want me to see.  Now I walk around with them looking up into the trees - and seeing nothing!!  But it gives them a laugh.

Today I did find something though - a bird's nest complete with a bird - one of those cheeky blackbirds who give me hell and dive bomb me when I am relaxing on the lawn with a particularly delicious old bone.

I did try to climb into the bush and check out the nest, but all I got was a smack for my efforts.  It's not like they even like black birds. She is always complaining abut the way they scratch all the mulch off the garden.  So when I try to help out, I am the one who gets told off.

Just can't work them out.

By the way, this is what they were looking at the other day - this is what they call Kenneth.

Can't see what all the fuss is about myself. Humans!! I just can't work them out.


Sunday, 6 November 2011

So Long

I'll never understand humans. She was so keen to have me write a blog and then She went and left me high and dry and none of my fans had anything to read. I've finally got her back on track, but it has taken an age. Something about forgetting what email address and password she used to set it up.  I really hate computers. Every minute She spends on the computer is a minute less time She has to throw my ball for me.

And she wonders why I sulk.

It's a small world, isn't it. She was at school the other day when She saw one of her ex-mums with a gorgeous Great Dane pup. Of course She had to stop and pat it - She's a sucker for anything canine. Her friend told her that she had an American pen-pal and they had connected because they both had "doggie" blogs. Her American friend told her that she had come across another person from Lobethal with a "doggie" blog and wasn't that a coincidence considering how small Lobethal is!

Even more of a coincidence was the fact that ours was the other blog and we all knew each other.

More soon.