The big white bird honked at me!!

Ooooh, I got the fright of my life.  Having a happy gambol at Marden Quarry nature reserve and, despite my mum warning me off, tiptoed down to the waterline to say hello to the big white bird.  WHOAH, it honked at me!  Up close it was as big as me.  My mum just laughed but I beat a hasty retreat.

It’s pretty at the quarry, particularly on a frosty morning when the surface is frozen and birds coming in to land skid before breaking the thin ice.

More info on the quarry     

http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/domesday/dblock/GB-432000-570000/page/1

Is it spring?

Sun is shining, ground is firm – could it be spring?  My mum says not to be so silly, we have to get through February and March before the days really start to warm up and, apparently, it was BALTIC on the beach this morning.  We missed the beach as our pal and his dogs went at the crack of dawn – well, 8.30am which is before we are generally up and about.  Window cleaner woke us all and pointed out a deliquescent rat under the front window.  Obviously one of Marley’s trophies, bleurgh!

Installation art

Look at how artisitically I’ve arranged my toys.

Top art critics could read a lot into this, positing how I’ve captured the concept of aesthetics in my lyrical deposition of significant objects in a visual arc representing the freedom of the canine psyche.

Others may say I’ve dumped a teddy, donkey, Piglet and a very much chewed bear in a mess on the floor… then gone to bed and left my mum to clear up.

Back to normal

Happy to report that normal service has resumed.  Spent a lot of time at Bootcamp over the festive period cos my mum had visitors and then a horrible cold and cough so couldn’t take me out.  When I returned I found that Marley had vacated my bed (has a posh new igloo of his own, leopard print…) and I was able to take up my rightful place.

I also very much like lying at my mum’s feet though she complains that I’m an obstacle, sit on her slippers and get in the way when she needs to get up from the sofa.  Doesn’t matter which one she sits on, why do I have to be right underneath?  Well, that’s just my way of showing love and taking care of her – not like the cats who swan off upstairs to bed (Cleo) or take over the swivel rocker (Marley).

Marley in his pod, Cleo still in bed.

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