Monday, 17 March 2014

Escape

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Yours Truly Confused exercised her weird obsession with occasion-appropriate accessorised photographs again yesterday morning.

As the senior lady, I got to wear what she laughingly referred to as a more mature look – a kelly-green tinsel boa.

I tolerated this lunacy long enough to allow her the chance to get some reasonable pictures (but I didn’t make it too easy…)

Then I made my escape out into the garden.  Catch me if you can. 

And Happy St Patrick’s Day to all of you Smile

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Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Daily Prompt: Write Here, Write Now

Write a post entirely in the present tense.

2012-10-07 12.44.58 (2)Look, human, you know I haven’t got opposable thumbs. I need your help here.  My Facebook friends need an update.  There are no new posts on Princess Chloe the First.  My fans don’t know what’s going on. You’re spending far too much time writing your own stuff and messing about with those widget things on your blog. What’s the point of you getting to be a hero from zero while the world is waiting to hear from me?

I appreciate that you are working hard on improving your writing skills, but I don’t get why I am not your principal topic. Remember that I am a senior dog and I deserve some priority.  I’ve managed to open up my page so please write here, write now and don’t disappoint me.

 

(Occasional Stuff is closed while negotiations about the hierarchy in  Baskerville Manor are in progress).

Thursday, 2 January 2014

I like this

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Wednesday, 25 December 2013

Eeeek! (It must be Christmas again)

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Ooo gawd.. there is something weird going on here .. what’s that I feel on my head? 

Yours Truly Confused has the camera out, so I’m going to have to put a brave face on it. Hopefully if I’m really, really, good with this pose,  I’ll get some of those munchies she’s waving over her head with one hand while trying to focus the camera with the other. 

Aha! I remember now, the same thing happened about the same time last year.  Memo to self – destroy the antlers before Xmas 2014.

Sunday, 3 November 2013