Posts by Hebe
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I always find Bill English's day-after-the-Budget-breakfast comments revealing for the big picture. National is going to dig up a surplus it seems:
http://www.stuff.co.nz/business/budget-2012/6985706/English-Drill-for-success
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Capture: Dogs Love Cameras Too, in reply to Danielle,
My pretty Kara has no fear factor at all; passers-by smile at her good-natured huffing on our walks.
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Capture: Dogs Love Cameras Too, in reply to Jackie Clark,
Poor you, poor dog. something very pure and unmixed about grief for a dog. Because they are so loyal.
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Capture: Dogs Love Cameras Too, in reply to Islander,
No, not really when you know dogs. The night Meg, the supreme labrador glutton, died (see a few pages back in my posts today for the tale), her silly but enthusiastic assistant dog was given his dog roll. Usually he would gobble it. That night he stood and looked at the food for 10 minutes. Then picked it up and trotted down to her grave under the trees and buried it on top: for Mum, she would never miss dinner. So so sad.
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Capture: Dogs Love Cameras Too, in reply to Martin Lindberg,
One dog stroller as promised (sans hound in this case as it was still in store - but these are not that uncommon)
But why, WHY!?+1
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Capture: Dogs Love Cameras Too, in reply to Russell Brown,
You kinda left out the part about the responsibilities of dog owners there, though. Assaults aren't generally regarded as the fault of the victim, are they?
As a serial dog-owner, I totally agree, and I expect part of my job as a dog-owner is to train my dog and to keep it away from people and places that are not specifically dog-friendly. Dogs are not people, they do not react like people, they do not belong everywhere people gather, particularly young children who are at dogs' face level.
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Capture: Dogs Love Cameras Too, in reply to Nora Leggs,
mouth like a tardis : )
What a good way to express Meg's, er, capacities. We made the very difficult decision to have her put to sleep after she was diagnosed with a brain tumour and rapidly became unwell with increasing periods of severe pain. He last evening was spent, pain-free, walking in the forest she loved with a swim in the estuary in the warm afternoon sun, a roll in the mud, a hokey pokey ice-cream on the way home and a large rump steak for dinner. The next morning before the vet came she perked up with half a large bar of chocolate, and a final nip and play with her younger companion.
I cried for four days (pregnancy as an excuse), so my early Christmas present from my beloved was...a black labrador pup.
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Capture: Two Tales of a City, in reply to Joe Wylie,
It had a clock with light-up numbers
Yeah, and the temperature, and it had a colour, not bloody wet tussock or some other modern beige substitute (real-estate agent grey?)
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Capture: Dogs Love Cameras Too, in reply to Nora Leggs,
Disgusting! I have a burned-into-the-brain image of my first black lab Meg, who was a criminal genius, trotting towards me with her cheeks bulging and wagging her tail happily. Her mouth was so full she couldn't close it, so I commanded her to drop. She spat out a pink bun, and another, and one by one six buns topped with pink icing and coconut. Meg had found the neighbour's pantry, and for months before they had had no clue about where their loaves of baker's bread and other delicacies went. She was very very fat, or as the vet put it "moderately obese".
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Capture: Two Tales of a City, in reply to Lilith __,
Stone me for saying so, but I quite like the Government Life building that is going to come down (not in this shot, it's diagonally opposite in the Square from here).