On return from my week in Melbourne, Alex our much loved Airedale had deteriorated and we had to have her put to sleep. I want to share with you some photo's of Alex, she was so much fun, a clown of a dog. Loved all other dogs, never heard her growl at another dog. She especially loved little dogs but i think she terrified them when she charged up to them and then towered above, but she would hanker down to their level to say hello. When we went out anywhere the first thing we would do was to see where Alex was, she slept inside up until about a year ago, was terrified of thunder, in her last couple of years though she went deaf and could no longer hear the thunder. She was friends with everyone, and especially loved Tess (Kirsty's deceased now, border collie), Tess hated all dogs and thought Alex was a particular pain, she would get in Tess's face and when Tess bared her teeth at her she would just swing her back end into her as much as to say come on, get over it princess....
She looked such a noble beast just after being bathed and clipped, probably lasted for about a month before she started getting woolly again.
This was her come play look.
With Joanne, gee this was about 10 years ago, how time flies......
And mum's girl, she was my constant companion, just looking at these photo's of her has brought a lump to my throat. Yes she was spoilt, but that is what you have pets for. She would have been 14 next month which is quite old for a big dog, and up until about a year ago she still thought she was a pup and acted like one. She hated being slowed down with her back legs slowly paralysing. Now she's in heaven, and Tess is probably thinking "Oh no, I thought I'd got rid of you" R.I.P Alex we miss you ....
She looked such a noble beast just after being bathed and clipped, probably lasted for about a month before she started getting woolly again. This was her come play look. With Joanne, gee this was about 10 years ago, how time flies......And mum's girl, she was my constant companion, just looking at these photo's of her has brought a lump to my throat. Yes she was spoilt, but that is what you have pets for. She would have been 14 next month which is quite old for a big dog, and up until about a year ago she still thought she was a pup and acted like one. She hated being slowed down with her back legs slowly paralysing. Now she's in heaven, and Tess is probably thinking "Oh no, I thought I'd got rid of you" R.I.P Alex we miss you ....I will get back on my blog in the next few days and share with you my trip to Melbourne and the Golden's Teachers Workshop. I had a ball.....
said new vehicle in the background, a volkeswagen caddi life, seats 7 but the back seats lift out easily to use as a van. automatic, I have resisted automatic cars for ever, I like driving and my opinion is that you don't drive an automatic you just steer it, makes you lazy, so I guess I will become lazy, hope I don't lose concentration when travelling in the country. but it is a joy to drive and using diesel should be economical, its turbo mmmmh that could be dangerous. the plan is that when John stops working in 3 years he will sell his car and just use the van, or could keep the sherpa and he could use that haha I suggested that, didn't go down well, why are males so concerned about the vehicle they drive, I would be happy driving a truck or a jeep long as it got me where I was going.
This one is half the size of the white one, it has white outer petals and the frilly inner petals are a cream, not quite as dark cream as in this photo, has lots of flowers coming out, this one is perhaps a bit older. I am afraid I don't know what their names are, I buy because I like the colour. I have a third one which is smaller still, didn't get a chance to take a photo when it was in bloom, the plant is only about 12 inches high, I think it is a low grower. I do love white camellias, especially in the darkness under the roses. Maybe next year I will be able to pick some and bring them inside.
This lovely lady and her daughter are so creative, above is my gift wrapped with imaginative wings made from a magazine page, and on the left is a little envelope made from another magazine page to hold my credit card and receipt, rolled up is the artist's bio and tied with string, the little details mean so much.
I had been intrigued with Jim Morrison ever since I took photo's of his grave at Pere le chaise (spelling probably not accurate) and read that his fans came and had parties at his graveside they grafitti'ed over all the surrounding graves so that now it has a security guard there to prevent any further actions, beer bottles would be left there for him, and how one admirer stole the bust that was on his headstone. I like that he was anti establishment and a non conformist, things I wish I was brave enough to be. He was a beautiful adonis, strutting the stage or leaping into the air in such abandon. Ray Manzek they keyboardist in the Doors band remembers his friend as Jimbo, his wild irish heritage, was on one side the gentle dreamer in his poetry and on the other this wild man with his lust for sex, alcohol, self destruction and anything forbidden by the authority of conservative middle class America. Throughout the documentary Johnny Depp's narration was sensitive and soulful. The original footage of the night in Miami, Jim provoked a mass hysteria and riots in the 15,000 overcrowded venue that safely held 10,000. This resulted in the police closing down the concert after the temporary scaffolding collapsed and Jim was thrown into the crowd. Jim was charged with inciting a riot and indecency charges and the rest of the tour cancelled. If you get a chance go see this documentary I do believe that it is also out on dvd. enjoy!!!!