Here's a nice entrance photo to get you started - my camera even blurred the picture in disgust at the face he was pulling!
This one's a little more sedate thankfully, although this is a rare pose - her life usually involves trying to lick off the epidermis of your skin. Still can't decide whether she's overly affectionate or simply enjoys the taste of human flesh......Look into those eyes, can't you see the evil?
Yes, I'm fully aware this is a pitiful photograph. The camera on my mobile phone is rather pathetic and obviously no fault of any kind lies with the photographer.
It's been a while since I posted an Isis picture so here she is. Or the "comedy tripper upper" as she's more commonly known. After a relatively lengthy slump she's become much more active and affectionate over the past two weeks, but as with every positive comes a negative. Although she's a happier pooch she's started to crowd us as we move around the house, weaving round our legs with all the grace of a drunk club footed ballroom dancer. This has resulted in the most common phrase uttered in our house changing from "Luca, will you switch the telly off" to "For **** sake Isis get out the way"!
We love her really.
What is there to report today? Other than the fact that no-one else is updating their blogs with the regularity imposed on them by the treaty of virecit vulnere virtus which dictates that all blogs must be updated thrice weekly and Facebook doesn't count?
It's been quiet at our house since Mike and Val went home. Carole and I have taken to watching a couple of rather grizzly (if admittedly clunky) horror films while Luca has taken to replicating the sound the dogs make when they're hungry. Although his whine is interminably endless and often reaches pitches only Sima and Isis can hear. Why is he whining? Why does it always rain on me.
On the subject of whining, little Sima had a bad night last night. Someone held a fireworks display nearby and even from inside the house she was petrified. Indeed at one point I had to go to the toilet so had to take her with me. As she shivered in the corner of the tiled floor I did wonder whether the cold hard (and inevitably unhygienic) floor was helping. As you'd expect we're having to be extremely wary when out on walks in the evening just now. It raises the age old question as to why it's even legal for fireworks to be sold to the public. Endless weeks of scaring animals and burning and injuring children? Yeah, wonderful idea.
This weekend will be our first quiet weekend in quite a while (due to visitors, night out, events, work, etc, etc) and as such we're rather looking forward to it. Our furthest trip will likely be to the horse sanctuary in Aboyne. Although I have had to insist on Carole signing an affidavit confirming that we will not be taking any horse sized souvenirs home with us.
No Luca stories today I'm afraid. Other than his incessant whining he's been very good of late. However, he's still not the boldest of children with his "Luca's being careful" credence striking with too great a regularity. He even gets nervous when riding on his Dad's back (a la the "horsey") and I swear my ears have been stretched to twice their normal size due to his decision to utilise them as his reins.
**Useless fact of the day - Men's ears grow in seven year cycles**
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