We are off early tomorrow to explore waters, canals and locks anew.
It doesn’t seem all that long ago that we were planning our first trip to Stratford and all the locks en route awaited us.
I kept a diary of our trip, the fun we had, and the near disasters.
For those new to my blog, a warm welcome and to give you an idea of what novices we were (and still are) you can read about it here:
4. Ambedo ((n.) a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life.)
11. Eminent ((adj.) high in station, rank, or repute; prominent; distinguished: conspicuous, signal, or noteworthy: lofty; high: prominent; projecting; protruding.)
Well, she is now!
Anyone who owns a dog, especially an un-neutered bitch at ‘that time’, knows how whiffy they can get. We decided against having Maggie spayed as we wanted her to have puppies, but couldn’t find a nice Daddy when she was younger.
We have never had a problem with her being in season and kept her away from dogs when she was as we considered it unfair to them, so we left things as they were.
Although I’m not sure whether she’s having a mini season now at her age, whiffy was too genteel a word for her…… she honked!
Picture Feb 2014
In the past, we have secreted her down to the showers after 7pm for the deed, but today it was an outside bucket job.
Hubby filled it with warm water lathered with doggy shampoo and began. She was not impressed, trying to escape the froth and wet stuff.
Check here for Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge:
She was beautiful,
But only skin deep it seemed,
Love her, and be cursed.
Yesterday, we bought Maggie a new bed.
Actually, it’s just a piece of flat foam with a removable cover that fits nicely between the bedside cabinet and wardrobe here.
MSM told us she liked to curl up there sometimes during the night, especially if she got too hot.
This is Maggie sprawled across us on the boat a week or so ago.
With it being Easter Sunday tomorrow, Lent will officially be over.
There has been a fair bit in the media about the word Easter being dropped from Easter Eggs, Easter Biscuits and Easter holidays because some found it offensive.
Already we have to be careful at Christmas, and in our schools assembly, hymns and prayers as I knew them have more or less been cancelled altogether for this multi cultural country of mine.
To be honest, I’m growing sick and tired of PC and the minority being pandered to, stripping us of our traditions, beliefs and culture.