The is another great thing about rain I’d forgotten - Badly needed. It’ll keep the dust down. Despite there being builders here six days a week, the gaff is clean for a change. For anyone interested, the foundations are in and blocked up to floor level. The filling will go in a couple of days and the floors poured early next week. Floor level = 0.3m at one corner and 1.8m at the opposite! I never realised the ground dropped off so steeply until now. Probably explains my mountain-man-like gait.
As I mentioned before, I had to move the dog’s kennel. He has flatly refused to use it since. Even during the heaviest of downpours the only shelter he will take is on the leeward side of the car. On these occasions I, in turn, have flatly refused to engage in belly-tickling and neck-ruffling - It is no wonder wet dog never made it as a perfume label. Even though eau de toilet is the favoured tipple of many a dog.
Animals are great (except fekin cats). Out for a walk yesterday I came as close to a fox as I ever have. About from here to that wall over there. Really! That close. I was hidden by a hedge and downwind so she couldn’t get even the faint whiff of chien mouillé off me. She mooched about in the grass, probably for evidence of a rabbit run, then turned and took a leak over the bank into the stream. Leak, I said, not leap. I’ve never heard of that before. Can any zoologist/naturist/foxocologist out there tell me if this is a common way of not leaving scent?
On the way home I got one of those thick support calls from a neighbour. The anti-virus thing says I have to renew my subscription. Should I do that or switch to another? You said there was a one that’s cheaper and just as good. Remind me: Which one have you now? A yellow one. Colour-coded software could be the next big thing.
Shusssh, I haven’t told me dog about the rain at home yet - I’ve been concentrating on the lack of both 40 degree heat and deep negative cold. Yes I talk to my dog in Celsius.
Nothing worse, Sweary. And why is it it always rains the day of a visit to the vet when they have to be put in the car? It’s a conspiracy, I tell ya.
Does your dog read this blog, Eolaí. I’ll be more careful in future. And good idea to speak Celsius - it will ease the transition.
Cats are evil, Granny. Even when dry.
It would seem so, Medbh. I still haven’t any more info on whether this is common. Cats! Fekin cats! Everything is not to like about them. Well, except the big cats maybe. They’re cool.
On the subject of evil cats I am the proud owner of one large marmalade cat who on a daily basis tortures poor little mice, rabbits, and birds to death outside our front door and then consumes them, in the case of birds leaving nothing but the head and the legs and in the case of mice the kidneys and the head - makes Hannibal Lecter seem like……….I was going to say a pussy cat. But there is something really disturbing about the way she looks right into your eyes and I can’t help wondering if she’s thinking ‘if only I was just a little bit bigger and he was just a little bit smaller….best argument I can think of for putting off the diet. In the meantime must fill in the kidney donor card just in case!
I like cats. I can also say that wet cats aren’t nearly as rancid as wet dogs. That is because they have sense and stay asleep under the radiators when it is wet. Also they like to leave me presents of birds wings. You see, thoughtful creatures.
Od Sneezy, when will the flood ever stop? I’m going to Crowded House tomorrow night in Marley Park. At this point I may need a boat.
Stephen - Who owns who? Sounds like you’ve got an evil Garfield there. By the way: This has to be comment of the week. I’m still giggling.
FMC - See, they take out all the best parts and serve the junk to you. Just like McDonalds. The floods will stop when the Councils get their act together and clear the drains. It’s not as if there was that much rain. And anyway, you have to have rain at an outdoor gig. It’s part of the craic.
Sam - I’m not sure I’d like a nose that sensitive. I’d probably never be able to go to a pub again.
Ah, wet dog. The subtle whiff of one pissed off and very ignored animal. Fuck off, wet dogs.
I have two at the moment.
Shusssh, I haven’t told me dog about the rain at home yet - I’ve been concentrating on the lack of both 40 degree heat and deep negative cold. Yes I talk to my dog in Celsius.
Oh I am glad there is somebody else out there who hates cats!
Please don’t tell my sister.
Peeing in the stream? What a sly fox. Sounds like a clever way to conceal its presence.
And what’s not to like about cats?
Nothing worse, Sweary. And why is it it always rains the day of a visit to the vet when they have to be put in the car? It’s a conspiracy, I tell ya.
Does your dog read this blog, Eolaí. I’ll be more careful in future. And good idea to speak Celsius - it will ease the transition.
Cats are evil, Granny. Even when dry.
It would seem so, Medbh. I still haven’t any more info on whether this is common. Cats! Fekin cats! Everything is not to like about them. Well, except the big cats maybe. They’re cool.
On the subject of evil cats I am the proud owner of one large marmalade cat who on a daily basis tortures poor little mice, rabbits, and birds to death outside our front door and then consumes them, in the case of birds leaving nothing but the head and the legs and in the case of mice the kidneys and the head - makes Hannibal Lecter seem like……….I was going to say a pussy cat. But there is something really disturbing about the way she looks right into your eyes and I can’t help wondering if she’s thinking ‘if only I was just a little bit bigger and he was just a little bit smaller….best argument I can think of for putting off the diet. In the meantime must fill in the kidney donor card just in case!
I like cats. I can also say that wet cats aren’t nearly as rancid as wet dogs. That is because they have sense and stay asleep under the radiators when it is wet. Also they like to leave me presents of birds wings. You see, thoughtful creatures.
Od Sneezy, when will the flood ever stop? I’m going to Crowded House tomorrow night in Marley Park. At this point I may need a boat.
I love dogs but they have no self-respect with their toilet drinking ways - and their noses area thousand times more sensitive than ours. Beasts.
Stephen - Who owns who? Sounds like you’ve got an evil Garfield there. By the way: This has to be comment of the week. I’m still giggling.
FMC - See, they take out all the best parts and serve the junk to you. Just like McDonalds. The floods will stop when the Councils get their act together and clear the drains. It’s not as if there was that much rain. And anyway, you have to have rain at an outdoor gig. It’s part of the craic.
Sam - I’m not sure I’d like a nose that sensitive. I’d probably never be able to go to a pub again.
Glad the rain is doing some good, has made a total mess of my suede shoes
Flirty - Did they turn blue?