Breath of fresh air
October 9th 2010 02:49
Who you calling glum bum? It's this interminable winter. Is there to be no end to it?
It has been a long winter here. It has been one of our colder winters, and one of our wettest.
We thought the big day would never come.
The daylight hours have been lengthening for months, but the big day refused to come.
It has been weeks since the first leaves unfurled on the peach tree, and our own lemons have been zesting our cooking for quite a while now. But when, oh, when, would the big day come?
It came today. It came just moments ago. Standing on the front porch in warm spring sunshine, Scratchy half-closed his eyes, lifted his face as if to savour the season of regeneration and birth, and then officially announced the end of winter by opening his mouth and panting.
Honoured Zoomies readers, ladies and gentlemen, bitches and dogs, it is with pleasure that I formally announce the end of winter.
Hear, hear.
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Comment by Chris Champion
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I got caught in the rain without an umbrella this morning. But now I'm dry and my hair has a healthy look no shampoo can create.
I should take the dogs for a walk in it. Fluffy greyhounds.
Comment by heidiclyde
Ther Missus took Roman ther foster dog an me fer a hike dahn ther creek. Ther flood's uv gone dahn but there's lots uv deep water holes made deeper by the weekend's bit uv er spit, an ther fences uv carked ut. Ther young blokes next ter us cum ter help fix one uv them, ther Missus ses they're ther duck guts fer helpin' aht.
So, Roman an me goes along ther creek an sees ther young blokes on ther other side, Roman's a real cadger when ut comes ter tummy an ear rubs so he decides ter join them. He's never seen a creek before an ther water hole's got er bit uv scum on ut.
Yer should'a seen ther look on his face when ther bottom fell aht uv ther ground an he's up ter his neck in water. Laugh? I could'a died with me leg in ther air!
Ut took er bit uv wangling ter get him aht uv ut, he dun do steep an slippery sides. He dun end up fluffy but, he's more like muddy an mucky.
Yer know? Yer dun hear ther cockies sayin "send'er dahn Hughie" any more like they you'sta but they dun dare say "thut's enuf now Hughie" in case he shuts ut off like he dun before!
Ooroo fer now,
Clyde.
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Thanks for the creek story. Scratchy and I loved it. Daisy rolled her eyes a bit. She's been a bit precious lately because she decided to get a bit territorial about the big sofa. She'd spread herself in the middle of it, and growl at Scratchy if he tried to get into a corner.
Scratchy cowered. I pulled rank. Daisy is miffed.
Say hello to the family for me.
Chris
Comment by heidiclyde
So sorry to hear of your troubles. I'm afraid the hoomans in our lives really don't understand our need to claim spaces at times. Mind you, I appreciate it because here it's Clyde who plays the territorial game. He's allowed to growl at foster hounds who try to take over our old couch but he's not allowed to do it to me, it is our old couch, not his old couch the Missus says.
I do hope you recover from the ignominy of being told off soon. It is really upsetting when you think you've got the Boss and Missus working the way you want and they suddenly go all stern and disciplinarian on you isn't it?
with sympathy,
Heidi.
Comment by TanyaMary
I have only just recently discovered the delights of being an insider. There are warm cosy beds to sleep on (and couches when no-one is looking) and a seemingly endless supply of treats(I am also ruled by -1. My hoomans, 2, my stomach and 3 the other greyhound that lives here). When I do go outside it's with a nice warm coat on to protect my delicate constitution from the elements.
So it was with joy I received your spring declaration. A chance to roll in the new spring grass, catch some birds and do my best impression of a cat in the sun. Unfortunatly spring also comes with a down side. As I was adopted in winter, I have a nice thick, some would say luxurious brindle coat. Now that the weather is warming up, I am naturally shedding the thicker bits of this coat. That's not the down side. The down side is the FURMINATOR. My missus tried a cheap brush on me, it tickled, and didn't do much else. Then someone lent her the FURMINATOR. Let me just say, I will put up with being at the bottom of the food chain (thats where all the best bits are anyway) but whenever I see that thing coming towards me I run. Today though, I was tricked. The missus went outside with my favorite treats and proceded to hand them out. Then out it came.
I am now hiding behind my bosses armchair and the garden looks like there has been carnage involving a lot of small fluffy animals. Beyleigh was no help, she just looked at me and laughed.
All the best
Lynx
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Whoa, that thing looks like it did some serious damage. I just hope it didn't undo any of your brindleness - you look like my identical twin.
Our bosses don't worry so much about fur. They've both had much hairier dogs in the past, and think we're great. We just shed where and when we like, and once a week it disappears inside a very loud sucking machine.
I know what you mean when you say Beyleigh just laughed. My mate Clyde would understand too. We've had a gutful of those stuck-up bitches.
Good luck training your human, and hope to see you around here again.
Scratchy
Comment by TanyaMary
Don't be all too sympathetic to the boy. He whinges and whines all day about this and that. I'm sure Daisy, you can understand more than anyone. The first week he was here we had our usual spa date with our canine buddies, Jessica and Storm. Everything was going well until it was Lynx's turn to get the blow dryer. He did the biggest freak out you have seen. Then when our humans were doing some work in the office (my close up room by the way) Lynx tried to attack the printer because he thought it was attacking, yet when the shredder started it was debatable who made it out first, Lynx or his tail. The humans only have to show him a water bottle to make him run, and now its the furminator. I'm not saying he's a chicken but, if I saw him grow some feathers I wouldn't be surprised.
So, yeah, I laughed.
Beyleigh
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I do understand, my friend, I most certainly understand. Sympathy where it's due, I say, and I'm yet to meet a boy greyhound that has evoked the teensiest hint of sympathy from me.
Honestly, don't you just sometimes think they are a different breed?
With affection and understanding,
Daisy
Comment by heidiclyde
That's ut! I've had er guts full! Youze sheilas can just cut ther cackle. Yer so full uv ut, allus goin on abaht us fellas like we could'n organise a chook raffle in er country pub.
Whut's so flamin good abaht yer yabber? Anyone ud think yer'd won ther Nationals an cracked ther bingo too. Yer not thut crash hot. Daisy goes arse abaht an attacks Scratchy when he's hurt himself, Heidi would'n know how ter crack hardy when ther chips us down uf it were starin her in ther face, an Beyleigh yer dingo, how' abaht a bit uv a dip in ther past? dun cum ther raw prawn with me, Two bob ter a guinea yer dropped yer bundle er garb'la times when yer was new ter ther pet dog game. Howz abaht yer gives poor ol Lynx er break?
Me an Scratchy an Lynx dun have tickets on ourselves like you plurry Sheilas, we may not be downy birds but we're trim enough, so hows abaht yer stop yer whingin yer mob uv miserable bandicoots an just lay off of us?
Clyde.
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I just tried banging my forepaws against each other, like I've seen the Big Boss do when he's watching football, but I fell on my nose.
Scratchy
PS Lynx and Beyleigh are from America. I doubt they understood much of that
Comment by heidiclyde
Wha'da they teach ther ankle biters in ther schools there?
Ther Missus ses our Angela what runs GAP is frum there an she has ter get Adrian (they belong tergether like your Big an Little Boss an our Boss an Missus) ter read me stuff out an translate ut.
D'yer think ther'd be anyone there ter do thut fer them?
Just tell 'em thut Sheilas aren't thut crash hot an dun need ter be down on us Blokes all'a time like they does.
Clyde.
Comment by TanyaMary
For your information you blokes, I am true blue, dinky die aussie born and bred. I come from a long line of distingushed and some may say famous bloodlines. I believe that Melbourne is the best place to live (the beach is a virtual treasure trove of goodies), and while my peeps have spent some time in the US, it was just as tourists and they were more than happy to be home. It was an insult to suggest that we were of inferior american stock. We (Lynx and I) are as aussie as you, Scratchy and Clyde, and we don't need any translator to understand what you are yabbering on about.
Love and kisses
Beyleigh.
Ahem,
I am sick of you Beyleigh, always talking for me. I aint no drongo, Youse blokes are my best internet mates. (My real life mates are Storm and Commander. Even the sheilas, Beyleigh and Jessica are okay) We aint no yankie dogs. We enjoy the same sun and rain as you blokes do (Although the girls are a bit wussy when it comes to rain)
Catch ya
Lynx
P.S While we are talking about wussy..........Lynx.......... .are you going to tell them about how you wouldn't get out of the car 'cos you heard the doggy blow dryer this morning?......... Or should I?
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