tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17216224632334254242024-03-12T16:49:20.306-07:004paws4alwaysRoberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-59033867598815315572012-02-13T08:18:00.001-08:002012-02-13T08:19:31.628-08:00Robin admires my art<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc4T6UC4VTIxl3X0zisnUZ3uUgzXXwkKB9Q4DFb0vWT6X0w_WYwK16NoCsqlj3z-reKPjMpRSvQNzgXkkjYFhsnZ5F1xycPM4LYhLGy4Yke3zu556KECG89n0F83ejOXDLx5tGETBFx9im/s1600/art+critic+robin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc4T6UC4VTIxl3X0zisnUZ3uUgzXXwkKB9Q4DFb0vWT6X0w_WYwK16NoCsqlj3z-reKPjMpRSvQNzgXkkjYFhsnZ5F1xycPM4LYhLGy4Yke3zu556KECG89n0F83ejOXDLx5tGETBFx9im/s400/art+critic+robin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708655619120952114" /></a>Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-343344719824762472012-02-13T07:54:00.000-08:002012-02-13T07:57:45.612-08:00Sorry for not attending to my blog... life has been hardupdate....<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jd9vR0UmBLk&feature=share&noredirecthttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif=1">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jd9vR0UmBLk&feature=share&noredirect=1</a>Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-34828541988417896122011-04-30T10:26:00.000-07:002011-04-30T11:10:02.080-07:00Painting on the 'back seat'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSM3ut-YoYUjSjV-g2J4xjiQm5Tf4K0daeDvT9n0GjsxE6CmxDce061jZH9ZM0DrXb_H5lxg0iShpgroC5iJCRCvV6Jo6vpsQQxZ3saXZlw7n0ci9UlNUcS9gzUS7lDlFDrDDqz_86_fTm/s1600/robin01+with+toy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSM3ut-YoYUjSjV-g2J4xjiQm5Tf4K0daeDvT9n0GjsxE6CmxDce061jZH9ZM0DrXb_H5lxg0iShpgroC5iJCRCvV6Jo6vpsQQxZ3saXZlw7n0ci9UlNUcS9gzUS7lDlFDrDDqz_86_fTm/s400/robin01+with+toy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601440498048881874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTcwAx7ulBd5tRFJjO4KkrJBA13tPMUcYtUfY6o_bPCx5skLItlDb9rH5Sk6ps1YyIjchdCxngoo5hfc25UOG3jYwUaEk7WhM1vBvgvEvOgddk25aUWI6hTky-FwqApbQAlWUNvtxb4GL/s1600/georgina01.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTcwAx7ulBd5tRFJjO4KkrJBA13tPMUcYtUfY6o_bPCx5skLItlDb9rH5Sk6ps1YyIjchdCxngoo5hfc25UOG3jYwUaEk7WhM1vBvgvEvOgddk25aUWI6hTky-FwqApbQAlWUNvtxb4GL/s400/georgina01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601440391219969298" /></a><br />To paint or design? That is the question. Well design gives me an income... painting does not. So I have been concentrating on my design. So much so that I decided to create my own website. I designed it and my wife constructed it. Robin and Georgina just gave me headaches... always wanting 'walkies' whilst we were attempting to construct some technical element of my site: radesigner.co.uk<br /><br />Why is it our pets just want so much attention when we are too busy to give it? Robin keeps hiding his toys in waste baskets, under units and the like. Then he cries and cries for attention because he can't reach his toy. "Just let me work Robin" I say, but no, he DEMANDS attention. So no rest until I / We give it!<br /><br />Georgina is growing fast and has melted into our household well, she is so loving and adopting her was a good choice. I still wish I could have at least one Cat in our household though... maybe one day!Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-67012982019460905222011-01-05T04:31:00.000-08:002011-01-05T04:33:13.547-08:00Euro-EnglishThe European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility.<br /><br />As part of the negotiations, the British Government c onceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as "Euro-English".<br /><br />In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c".. Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of "k". This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">kan</st1:place></st1:state> have one less letter.<br /><br />There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f".. This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.<br /><br />In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">kan</st1:place></st1:state> be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.<br /><br />Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.<br /><br />Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent "e" in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away.<br /><br />By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with "z" and "w" with "v".<br /><br />During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">kan</st1:place></st1:state> be dropd from vordskontaining "ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensi bl riten styl.<br /><br />Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi TU understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.<br /><br />Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas.<br /><br />If zis mad you smil, pleas pas on to oza pepl.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-75157055445019912572010-12-24T01:51:00.000-08:002010-12-24T01:53:26.565-08:00Save a tree - decorate your dog!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2v-XtYPxmzbMbh-OQE3UNEh30SmJ9dTLwYNN3zEr_S2ojBAjgg_pIT-RNPMFjtNv28AIjVrzoiFSwhEfIRpECgfAE6k7X-TCzsC0e9ROqb-4ixg8qNlfFkG8DDhhe63uQufkcpiPI-03e/s1600/robin+xmas+tree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2v-XtYPxmzbMbh-OQE3UNEh30SmJ9dTLwYNN3zEr_S2ojBAjgg_pIT-RNPMFjtNv28AIjVrzoiFSwhEfIRpECgfAE6k7X-TCzsC0e9ROqb-4ixg8qNlfFkG8DDhhe63uQufkcpiPI-03e/s400/robin+xmas+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554184702509897298" border="0" /></a>Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-53553396862620418332010-12-23T01:23:00.000-08:002010-12-23T01:30:24.378-08:00Season's greetings from Robin and Georgina<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibjf75KtS4qQ8ZxjLIDGw22yTIHU0Qefp3W4A3k2aJ2BuTHB5MkAkJK8AmjtQmtap4Kf2ijjnvky56Wvrk_XqzG4lDEt6rD7Blf_L0kTiKEZZUIEngGQ1pq6qvnG6g3jguYepg9TpxuJVC/s1600/robin01.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibjf75KtS4qQ8ZxjLIDGw22yTIHU0Qefp3W4A3k2aJ2BuTHB5MkAkJK8AmjtQmtap4Kf2ijjnvky56Wvrk_XqzG4lDEt6rD7Blf_L0kTiKEZZUIEngGQ1pq6qvnG6g3jguYepg9TpxuJVC/s400/robin01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553807655519862498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-fSMBXI8JIP5Od_oIKHPBUV_cvs6b_1LxsG_S9t2xV7QvFfnSdX5WrLM4uAMguRPxCvqotMyt1NmGycRi4mGP0iIcfZVU25U7sq9ORmmZc9N-ZQOHONriy_TGBqVUbOEanD6btiafeNlB/s1600/georgina.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-fSMBXI8JIP5Od_oIKHPBUV_cvs6b_1LxsG_S9t2xV7QvFfnSdX5WrLM4uAMguRPxCvqotMyt1NmGycRi4mGP0iIcfZVU25U7sq9ORmmZc9N-ZQOHONriy_TGBqVUbOEanD6btiafeNlB/s400/georgina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553806774955828466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifHokaYGI8X2ZboHe2CIn5zL0hywmLUwp2GgWGcynEL253kJ7VIPaQkfe-yZN-WRtoe96gxGcaqpb9oihX77tb-eVRAlNl799TNBUOF1SFz65HG8oyamNB_tGOi2MyY1MUnFkUNLtLghbx/s1600/robin02.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifHokaYGI8X2ZboHe2CIn5zL0hywmLUwp2GgWGcynEL253kJ7VIPaQkfe-yZN-WRtoe96gxGcaqpb9oihX77tb-eVRAlNl799TNBUOF1SFz65HG8oyamNB_tGOi2MyY1MUnFkUNLtLghbx/s400/robin02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553806515959735554" border="0" /></a>Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-19631437676384687842010-12-12T01:34:00.000-08:002010-12-12T06:27:15.993-08:00'Abby - the cat that's just had the cream'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIMB2dZou4hzjAYbsPNkL84noIgQ7d8P8RE2jCJwSeSUI5PP5sVUUrlXxdMokRu3kjoXKT6kqXgtdDh1Ga7FC8uV98HOewWaubM6Yj6Mj1OxtYlv8mPkfDObYxM0CBP9e1um9JuiK_6e9e/s1600/well+fed+and+sleepy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIMB2dZou4hzjAYbsPNkL84noIgQ7d8P8RE2jCJwSeSUI5PP5sVUUrlXxdMokRu3kjoXKT6kqXgtdDh1Ga7FC8uV98HOewWaubM6Yj6Mj1OxtYlv8mPkfDObYxM0CBP9e1um9JuiK_6e9e/s400/well+fed+and+sleepy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549729728123421986" border="0" /></a><br />Well; the cat that's just had the cream... or content to watch her master work - a stone mason in the shadowy depths of a temple.<br /><br />Now I can rest as I just gave this painting to my local vet - the kind and generous doctor who looked after our Lucy so tenderly. My wife insisted I complete the work on Abby and well, I couldn't argue with her so swiftly let my hands follow some unseen force to make Abby 'come to life'. She lives! Now she is content.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-80755166745664831382010-08-24T23:37:00.000-07:002010-08-24T23:41:56.057-07:00Some people should not be allowed near animals!Read this article and understand why:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1305751/Cat-bin-woman-Mary-Bale-defends-named-shamed.html">http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1305751/Cat-bin-woman-Mary-Bale-defends-named-shamed.html</a><br /><br />...Our own little Georgina was 'dumped in a dustbin' and that was where she was discovered before we adopted her!Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-88539177234059640662010-08-22T13:12:00.000-07:002010-08-22T13:15:15.843-07:00The distance one has to travel to get a good night's sleep<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg532d1Kp_3LeCT4XP_qfSy93_CXLf90uBLEbSGU-11BZQ8T7v5o8v3zToBbMJSH2sJzbH6kG6_f3Tt1MEukxVd_ryWBFUsTft0vitBI7Y4nBxsKTsWXv_0dcSYjlWJc3WlpfFJASBZZDfx/s1600/eva.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg532d1Kp_3LeCT4XP_qfSy93_CXLf90uBLEbSGU-11BZQ8T7v5o8v3zToBbMJSH2sJzbH6kG6_f3Tt1MEukxVd_ryWBFUsTft0vitBI7Y4nBxsKTsWXv_0dcSYjlWJc3WlpfFJASBZZDfx/s400/eva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508330235656424690" border="0" /></a><br />Well at least Robin and Georgina can't disturb my sleep up here!Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-64923161105830665722010-08-22T08:50:00.000-07:002010-08-22T10:24:42.493-07:00Ouch, Ouch, Ouch! I wish I owned a Cat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPESNQrb83Aip4pN-V5bvtqX-Nk4cVC0lsyMS-xI6EYDQFf-_jsnAUhdHefs4RYfk9nuxt8va4rmW5WInfBVy51dsXJd0ATAAuFdhZhlpUMPnF7thc1JGoSVxxxs1IM2YZXPtx7wiwacXS/s1600/georgina+hugs+robin.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPESNQrb83Aip4pN-V5bvtqX-Nk4cVC0lsyMS-xI6EYDQFf-_jsnAUhdHefs4RYfk9nuxt8va4rmW5WInfBVy51dsXJd0ATAAuFdhZhlpUMPnF7thc1JGoSVxxxs1IM2YZXPtx7wiwacXS/s400/georgina+hugs+robin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508268615911021650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsIGhqHHTre5YzHSRH1sqgm0QqBZ1eQyoNIWU7OJsfvnISPYhKq3AE1CPMFWfJzFWMxAmJcOr07qZ5QbKhfGx_TbAHutKa1A3yJGaDmt7eYxI9A2T6gZBRUWsJGFE5_UlX6B3NikdB5uS5/s1600/cristina+and+georgina.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsIGhqHHTre5YzHSRH1sqgm0QqBZ1eQyoNIWU7OJsfvnISPYhKq3AE1CPMFWfJzFWMxAmJcOr07qZ5QbKhfGx_TbAHutKa1A3yJGaDmt7eYxI9A2T6gZBRUWsJGFE5_UlX6B3NikdB5uS5/s400/cristina+and+georgina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508268016187920322" border="0" /></a><br />Why do things happen in 3s?<br />So much has happened since I last made an entry to my blog... so I apologise now for being so absent minded and distracted.<br /><br />Where do I start?... Ouch one... I think my last entry was back in March... well, here we go, whilst I still have a will to live.<br /><br />Firstly, Robin develops a bladder problem... kidney stones and also pees everywhere!... no problem you may think; however, in the dark of one night I slip in one of his many puddles and fall against a kitchen unit top - ouch! Only cracked a rib and spend weeks in a lot of pain!<br /><br />Ouch two... an old medical problem of mine has shown its head again... not to worry, it just means that I spend hours each day in further pain and hospital visits... problem been ongoing for over 10 years - but what the hell, pain and I are not strangers... we survive - eventually!<br /><br />Ouch three... my wife has a heart attack and has to undergo a double by-pass operation (one month ago)... she is recovering slowly.<br /><br />Robin still has his peeing problem (the Vet is treating him).<br />I still have my old problem... (related to my bowel) don't think the surgeon will ever solve it... but so what - not many people can say they have multiple exits for their bowel!!!<br /><br />Georgina is still a beatiful 'girlie' dog... apart from peeing on the bed each day... so what has the past 5 months given us? mmmmmmmmmmm... hell; we overcome.<br /><br />At least we have good weather... although one or the other half has to sleep on the couch as it is too hot in the bedroom over night... me, my wife and two dogs on the bed causes a great deal of extra heat.... wish I owned just a rabbit or even (dare I say) a cat? Excuse any spelling mistakes here... a little too tired to double-check.<br /><br />p.s. as you can see, Georgina also has her share of problems.. a tongue that is ALWAYS hanging out AND only three teeth!Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-15021872184268063162010-03-31T07:14:00.000-07:002010-03-31T07:22:18.093-07:00Oh yes!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoy09U17GDCuIir-Ufa1M0d2qGzHFVwLgqh1E8FiYbgbon-NEUHvu8-4SrQ3KRuCLhVFuTMqnRLctPYDZdeBf2Z-ToZl0BUk1iI6oSOb7aBhkDMajdV9JXzm4gKTf8gAneC-kGF0QuIuJW/s1600/tongue+out.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoy09U17GDCuIir-Ufa1M0d2qGzHFVwLgqh1E8FiYbgbon-NEUHvu8-4SrQ3KRuCLhVFuTMqnRLctPYDZdeBf2Z-ToZl0BUk1iI6oSOb7aBhkDMajdV9JXzm4gKTf8gAneC-kGF0QuIuJW/s400/tongue+out.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454802592957914242" border="0" /></a><br /><br />TTTSORRY GEORGINA - I DON'T TTTHINK YOU HAVE GOT TTTHE HANG OF REALLY SCARRRY TTYET! MMMM.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-55176415332414235342010-03-30T04:42:00.000-07:002010-03-30T07:00:04.592-07:00Off the Radar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-JShQjvCX5LKJ0snOr0JXC7PB-Crhv4Li-lYRq5WSranBngf71DjFcEategNy1dRfqXoBxhoiBCLNWmdWa_xRAcWOfK-D0_G4eCJ1Hivrf6V7gwRicDpirjJrgoint1pFFYfUB_aMF2UO/s1600/r+and+g03.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-JShQjvCX5LKJ0snOr0JXC7PB-Crhv4Li-lYRq5WSranBngf71DjFcEategNy1dRfqXoBxhoiBCLNWmdWa_xRAcWOfK-D0_G4eCJ1Hivrf6V7gwRicDpirjJrgoint1pFFYfUB_aMF2UO/s400/r+and+g03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454418020855876482" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_oYdihcKj6wx4yc_SiE7o5jFkup2F_YB4o1FzQ3eY1ZL1wrPBeSiVRf8q2lnTJGw526-QWY8bFgvzXpf4J9ZkO5myei_Gmv2uQtk-QBS_xInHtWpQs-1WRH2lAci55n_RaL-1FvnUEvA/s1600/robin+and+georgina02.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_oYdihcKj6wx4yc_SiE7o5jFkup2F_YB4o1FzQ3eY1ZL1wrPBeSiVRf8q2lnTJGw526-QWY8bFgvzXpf4J9ZkO5myei_Gmv2uQtk-QBS_xInHtWpQs-1WRH2lAci55n_RaL-1FvnUEvA/s400/robin+and+georgina02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454394064333108034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-tANYGkWUxXcL3__87QrruXGc9H-aYQCMzKCvOGQz2Ns8oLtWPZmV-wsb7FpU55U4XR6Gi9NM1-hTQjUb5Qc7BYo-MkwuVuuE2xZzjmHeH86QjdcWHe7zeNkQoUrLWk2MjjPxiMI0XY6C/s1600/robin+and+georgina01.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-tANYGkWUxXcL3__87QrruXGc9H-aYQCMzKCvOGQz2Ns8oLtWPZmV-wsb7FpU55U4XR6Gi9NM1-hTQjUb5Qc7BYo-MkwuVuuE2xZzjmHeH86QjdcWHe7zeNkQoUrLWk2MjjPxiMI0XY6C/s400/robin+and+georgina01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454393949665921202" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sorry to all our followers.... I have been off the radar for some time. No real excuse - living life just got in the way. Things have been just mind-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blowing-</span>complex, of late. Not to worry, Georgina has integrated herself into our household way. So well in fact that I feel she must be a reincarnation of Lucy! She shows so many of Lucy's traits. You will notice that Georgina shows her tongue a lot... her adult teeth have not developed yet so her tongue keeps falling out! Quite cute really. She does look so silly though. Robin has taught her so many things - even where to sleep at night - on our bed! We are so pleased to have her with us... she is such a loving addition. Everything is still so new to her and she loves the great outdoors. Hope you enjoy the photos, I will post more soon.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-67151778746482940922009-11-04T05:19:00.000-08:002009-11-04T08:30:53.769-08:00Meet Georgina's sister<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF9nZglhF9d_mQN_U-Qv5dnHOhmrplhETSZK5XFrFP8P_bRlfuv45dOjUsbtoe98u44w3_YSs95bk_aXOZg01bIgtI-8ltp0CZUnJFP1cQvQ0X3bCRP7urW_pflkw5-eHGV6SE-5IJ-UH3/s1600-h/2009_10060070.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF9nZglhF9d_mQN_U-Qv5dnHOhmrplhETSZK5XFrFP8P_bRlfuv45dOjUsbtoe98u44w3_YSs95bk_aXOZg01bIgtI-8ltp0CZUnJFP1cQvQ0X3bCRP7urW_pflkw5-eHGV6SE-5IJ-UH3/s400/2009_10060070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400286766547424626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Georgina with her sister... who we are pleased to announce has also been adopted. I think her sister looks a lot like Robin, and so we think Georgina must be some kind of Miniature Pinscher+Jack Russell cross... somewhere in her genes. I am amazed at how different they both look compared to each other.<br /><br />photo courtesy of <a href="http://www.animaisbarcelos.org/">Pojecto Animais de Barcelos</a>Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-38218084882514219012009-11-03T06:38:00.000-08:002009-11-03T09:41:50.306-08:00I have a new shadow and it has a tail!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUyTq6IvVQVp2h39GzHqIF1Eg5Nv6ZrrX5XyIc4Z6kCkACzdKfgcwBYcTPRWGtLaLMJ154jF4kpJ8KrxvUkPMPWX-6OT_s5E3hYRyBpzYnqvHkP1OQlO_VokgiE6S2Fy0lBYvLjQe31Lm/s1600-h/DSCF3901.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUyTq6IvVQVp2h39GzHqIF1Eg5Nv6ZrrX5XyIc4Z6kCkACzdKfgcwBYcTPRWGtLaLMJ154jF4kpJ8KrxvUkPMPWX-6OT_s5E3hYRyBpzYnqvHkP1OQlO_VokgiE6S2Fy0lBYvLjQe31Lm/s400/DSCF3901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399897683968249922" border="0" /></a><br />I personally have never owned a puppy. Cristina has - Robin. I now realise that it means having a 'new shadow'. Georgina is right here by my side - on the chair next to my own... as I work. She follows me EVERYWHERE! Georgina arrived here very late at night, so any plans to walk Robin and her together, in order for them to 'get to know each other' by walking them on 'neutral territory' was not a great success. They had a couple of minutes together - outside (on their leads). It was cold and very wet also. Not good. Luckily, Robin was a gentlemen. Even being sedated, Georgina was excited to meet Robin. There was only one incident on their meeting that was 'tricky'. Georgina jumped onto Robin's chair (whilst he was in it) - he quickly snapped at her - she jumped into the air! Robin was rebuked by me and now they both know their place. Robin is the 'alpha male'... and Georgina knows that now. Taking them both for walks, Georgina always walks behind him and never in front... she stops behind him when he stops. All good we are sure... authority has been established. They are getting on fine now - to Robin, Georgina is a curiosity that he has to tolerate.... or get my rebuke... lovingly, of course.<br /><br />On her first night here, I placed Georgina in her basket/bed in the lounge... and I slept on the couch the whole night so she would not feel alone... well I could not leave her on her own could I? I watched over her. Whenever she opened her eyes - she saw me, next to her, watching her and stroking her. Needless to say I only got one hour of sleep on that night - I awoke with her between my ankles under the cover! As Robin's place at night is on our bed and Georgina just wants to jump on it also - we feel that Robin will not allow such an intrusion into his territory. So we are training Georgina to sleep in her basket bed... but eventually her bed will be next to ours without any fears of her jumping onto our bed and getting a bad reaction from Robin.<br /><br />The second night - well Cristina agreed to sleep on the couch (I had a good nights sleep)!<br />Now Georgina has 'bonded' with us both - she knows she is safe and also importantly - Robin also knows that he is not rejected or being ignored. He now gets extra treats and extra walks!<br /><br />I keep making the mistake of calling Georgina 'Lucy'... then correcting myself. No doubt that is normal as you all know just how fond of Lucy I was (and still am). This little 'Georgina' has a wonderful personality... and is so bubbly and loving - she sticks like a shadow to me (and Cristina) wherever we go... she also likes the kitchen... no change there!<br /><br />If I had to describe Georgina in a few words they would be: 'A dainty girlie dog with a loyal disposition and very very bouncy'... will no doubt 'run rings around Robin' and play with all his toys! AND SHE SEEMS TO SLEEP ALOT!Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-5352634907356155512009-11-02T02:56:00.000-08:002009-11-04T04:13:37.804-08:00Georgina arrives<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJxhJLxfexRXZ5cRPPhhDHRl-Y3kMjxjlWOsBuKr77rx1fy670rZPLbgnbzHWBKkxdGldNzZmhNZoLtHnNW3rLo1EwNz98XT6wtZmeaNl6nBISW_aaM4xVBiPZUBLAE50A9r9Kdvl89RG/s1600-h/georgina+compo1009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJxhJLxfexRXZ5cRPPhhDHRl-Y3kMjxjlWOsBuKr77rx1fy670rZPLbgnbzHWBKkxdGldNzZmhNZoLtHnNW3rLo1EwNz98XT6wtZmeaNl6nBISW_aaM4xVBiPZUBLAE50A9r9Kdvl89RG/s400/georgina+compo1009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400220334516208914" border="0" /></a>Georgina <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">arrived</span> late <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">last</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">night</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">and</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">she</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">was</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">very</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">sleepy</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">due</span> to a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">mild</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">sedative</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">she</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">was</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">given</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">help</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">her</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">with</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">stress</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">of</span> a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">very</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">long</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">journey</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">from</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">north</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">of</span> Portugal. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">She</span> is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">settling</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">in</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">well</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">and</span> Robin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">doesn</span>'t <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">know</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">what</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">think</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">of</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">her</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">yet</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">Early</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">days</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">of</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">course</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">and</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">they</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">have</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">plenty</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">of</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">time</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">get</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">know</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">each</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">other</span>.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-57699746812312370782009-10-16T08:03:00.000-07:002009-10-23T15:48:18.338-07:00Introducing Georgina<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOsr7qVgVWq9ztbtUpINefjG0UZbdgdkPrMBNety1HzYHq8N_2INa1He1gyotszTHFs3xIkguRfTDc8bD1Y7h-BzhJ-Bdu-AbFc2CyzBfRyLkFanTQMa0uWpoASIm0miuEgXlMZt_2EsT/s1600-h/2009_10060085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOsr7qVgVWq9ztbtUpINefjG0UZbdgdkPrMBNety1HzYHq8N_2INa1He1gyotszTHFs3xIkguRfTDc8bD1Y7h-BzhJ-Bdu-AbFc2CyzBfRyLkFanTQMa0uWpoASIm0miuEgXlMZt_2EsT/s400/2009_10060085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393216560897136626" border="0" /></a><br />We would like to introduce Georgina, hopefully a new addition to our household soon. Georgina is an abandoned puppy (I think Cristina said 3 to 4 months old) and in order to fill the 'void' left in our home by the loss of Lucy; we felt we needed to adopt another 'girlie dog'. I just hope when we meet her, Robin accepts her. No idea what breed etc she is, but it doesn't matter. She will never replace Lucy, but Cristina really feels that she needs to fill the void, as it were. I have no doubt that I, personally, will spoil her, as I did Lucy. I am certain Georgina will sooth our grief, and bring back the patter of a second pair of small feet within our apartment walls. And it is good to help these abandoned dogs and give them loving homes. I think she is cute... and especially like the 'bow' across her chest.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-31447969938221145682009-10-15T03:33:00.001-07:002009-10-15T10:36:48.919-07:00In the blink of an eye<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtspS8TApBAJnUNcQ76DO8Z1TpyXPQBwAKp2rRrFCOfUJHrjMgCOk_5wyVcjNof3p7fUhEw67hlCKy5thwBZqHFtlzGuoHOJCSWBrno1rarEDDvqFcdqpwGVasAOs0sg_gT1qadx88iYvK/s1600-h/bubble+cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtspS8TApBAJnUNcQ76DO8Z1TpyXPQBwAKp2rRrFCOfUJHrjMgCOk_5wyVcjNof3p7fUhEw67hlCKy5thwBZqHFtlzGuoHOJCSWBrno1rarEDDvqFcdqpwGVasAOs0sg_gT1qadx88iYvK/s400/bubble+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392795300126493794" border="0" /></a><br />Last night I had the strangest of dreams. I dreamt that someone gave me a very large book, like one of those large, old, family bibles. It was very thick and heavy. On the front cover was my name and preceding that the words ‘The life of’. Placed loosely, in envelopes at the front and back of the book were numerous photographs of me, taken throughout my life. I remember some of them – taken at primary school, and others that I did not remember or recognise. On the pages of the book, which I say were many hundreds, was the story of my life! Some of the text was read to me, by whom I do not know, but the words were spoken. Just a basic introduction about me. I recall seeing other pages, but do not recall what their content was, apart from one piece. This particular piece incorporated a ‘video’ of what was supposed to be me – ‘though much older. I thought to myself at the time ‘that can’t be me – his nose is much smaller than mine, and yes he was familiar, but I thought he must be a ‘stand-in’, a look-a-like. He spoke about things philosophically – he was well informed and very spiritual. I do not recall the exact content of his words, just the feeling that they were very profound. All through the dream I kept thinking ‘who could have commissioned this story book of my life and how could they have so many photos of me’ – many of which I had lost over the years and even more that I did not know even existed. I thought that whoever had this book produced must love or be proud of me greatly, as it must have cost a small fortune. Then, out of nowhere an impression came to me. I was shown an image of a bubble, one of those we used to make as children, blown through a ring. But the difference was that this ‘bubble’ had another bubble within it, and another and another. There were hundreds or maybe thousands of bubbles within the same bubble. Each layer of those bubble seemed to represent ‘an existence’ shall we say, of me (my soul or essence). They were all existing parallel to each other and all at the same time. It was as though I was on each layer co-existing with the rest of the other layers. Then it was ‘impressed’ upon me that when one of our existences comes to an end, that essence of that existence ‘slipped’ into the next layer and very smoothly, just as though that bubble had burst. It was instantaneous. In the next bubble (layer) I was still ‘myself’, and it was impressed into me that I may sometimes recall that ‘slip’ and memories of that existence but that the memories would be rather like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">deja</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">vu</span>, familiar in some way. I did not get the feeling that these existences were ‘past lives’, but more one whole existence, all running together at the same time. Best way I can put it is; it is like someone reading a hundred storybooks at the same time… each book has a different amount and pages and when one book ends, the rest just carry on as they were, being read and closing when they are completed. Then I awoke. I have always believed in reincarnation of the soul, but this dream put a new angle on the theory for me. It was as if something was telling me or impressing upon me that reincarnation was not quite the way I had previously seen it; that we exist on many, many levels of existence all parallel to each other and happening simultaneously. When one bubble bursts the essence of that existence is transferred to the next bubble and the whole thing happens in what can best be described as ‘in the blink of an eye’. And it keeps going on and on until all the bubbles have burst. Like a cat with nine lives maybe. Quite a strange and profound dream, don’t you think? Was this dream the result of some undigested cheese, or the sub-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">conscious</span> product of an over active imagination - or do you think that I was privy to some deeper understanding of life and its mysteries? Maybe even Lucy was 'touching me' reaching out to give me some comfort as I slept. One thing I know for sure - it really opened my analytical mind to 'other' 'rooms' within the 'mansion' that we call our universe.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-7152661967502670372009-10-10T06:20:00.000-07:002009-10-10T07:45:05.892-07:00Thank you for all your kind comments<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLtgw2y3XPvKMJz43tCBkaNzZ-qomPs-6xj5W4So_iCtRTRvX3QwODQgEre7ynk4P13fjV5HkZlrc_MS_F4F-LPdphtU-dKq6jN8C99_uV6UiJ-gFcjk8-_TmfbjnFBVUyrJQIveJtjZ8/s1600-h/lucy+with+portrait01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLtgw2y3XPvKMJz43tCBkaNzZ-qomPs-6xj5W4So_iCtRTRvX3QwODQgEre7ynk4P13fjV5HkZlrc_MS_F4F-LPdphtU-dKq6jN8C99_uV6UiJ-gFcjk8-_TmfbjnFBVUyrJQIveJtjZ8/s400/lucy+with+portrait01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390981897310273746" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A big thank you to all who have left loving comments for Lucy. We are still upset at her loss, so apologies for not adding to my blog for some time - my heart was not really into it just lately. Also, Lucy's portrait still has to be completed. I will complete it... hopefully before Christmas. Even now, whenever I pass her incomplete portrait, her eyes follow me; her portrait will be the best I have ever done - I just need to be in the right frame of mind to sit down and continue with it. But I will find the strength - Lucy will give it to me.<br /><br />Lucy was an abandoned dog whom we adopted. Her previous owners left her with the outside rubbish/garbage when they moved home. Lucy did not want to leave her home so stayed in the area. Then the area had floods and Lucy survived them - it is said that she would swim in the waters, her head held up high in order to find food. Yest she never wanted to leave her home - how cruel of her previous owners to abandon her like that. But she survived, and kept fighting (that was Lucy all over - a real fighter; however her fight was not without damage. Lucy must have been hit by a passing car at some stage as her back leg showed signs of a break at some time. Then she was finally rescued from the floods and we adopted her on our first introduction. The first thing we did was give her a good bath and then take her to the Vet for examination/check-up and then treatment. Lucy's doctor was wonderful - even shipping in special antibiotics for her from Spain... and a long period of continued treatment followed... trying this, trying that - all in an effort to avoid an operation as she probably had a dangerous cyst on her ovaries and the Vet did not think her heart was strong enough to survive an operation. So we persevered with alternative treatments. Lucy fought on - enjoying a good, and love-filled 2-years with Cristina, myself and of course, Robin. Robin misses her also. Lucy (my little 'girlie dog') is gone - but never, ever, will she be forgotten. I just hope she is getting all the Chourico she wants in her 'doggy heaven'. She was a good assistant chef, always watching the food as it was cooking... just to make sure I did not burn anything! She was also my 'chief food tester', strangely enough. But I really miss the 'click, click, click of her 4 small paws on the tiled floors here - I even imagine I still hear them, some nights -- maybe I really do, and will - 4 always...!<br />We both thank you all again, for your kind words of comfort.<br /><br />Robert and CristinaRoberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-86586513543844959062009-09-16T11:18:00.000-07:002009-09-18T07:13:36.333-07:00We will miss you Lucy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwp0xI9hw5bo7IIppQkoNKP3xv30Cz_06WBYkOC3hSY_Z54Es-1-_BtJCqJevZhzB4JBdeiapMHJ12hoNUtCkEIYTfuKrW8iEpzkyJdx3n1F_aorg_UeFGQP2Yioj35fSmf6ORsOfXDOp/s1600-h/lucy777.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwp0xI9hw5bo7IIppQkoNKP3xv30Cz_06WBYkOC3hSY_Z54Es-1-_BtJCqJevZhzB4JBdeiapMHJ12hoNUtCkEIYTfuKrW8iEpzkyJdx3n1F_aorg_UeFGQP2Yioj35fSmf6ORsOfXDOp/s400/lucy777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382135027776917922" border="0" /></a><br />Sadly I have to mention that Lucy lost her battle with a long-term illness in the early hours of this morning. After many months of medical treatment attempting to keep her well, she peacefully passed away in Cristina's loving arms.<br />Lucy was a fighter and I had hoped that her latest relapse of illness would not defeat her. However, she suffered several strokes in her last few days and was unable to walk and her sight was failing. We cared for her these past two years and gave her a loving home. She will be greatly missed by us all and has left this world leaving us fond memories of her, especially her fighting spirit which was immense indeed. I never imagined that I could be so touched, or hurt so much, by the loss of a dog, but Lucy proved me wrong. She became a part of our family and was, after all, daddy's little girlie dog. I will miss her and she will always be in our hearts.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-73825642140086118602009-09-03T11:34:00.001-07:002009-09-03T11:34:57.929-07:00Protect the chidrenThis breaks my heart<br /><br />http://media.causes.com/544740?p_id=77673201Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-73399603030263929192009-08-10T15:53:00.000-07:002009-08-10T15:58:00.657-07:00Just hanging around and 'aving a Budyou have to see this... dogs 'ave all the fun!<br /><style></style><div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><a title="http://videos.sapo.pt/g1JqurfVmvjgVGwUcz4T" href="http://videos.sapo.pt/g1JqurfVmvjgVGwUcz4T">http://videos.sapo.pt/g1JqurfVmvjgVGwUcz4T</a><br /><br />JackDaddy - you will love this!<br /><br /></span></div>Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-39803307081447947832009-08-10T11:49:00.001-07:002009-08-10T11:49:49.588-07:00That's life!<span class="dark">life is the art of drawing<br /><u>without an eraser</u></span>Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-73509627100938600442009-08-10T05:06:00.000-07:002009-10-16T08:23:11.838-07:00Cats (and dogs) could be dangerous to your health<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">A little warning to all us pet owners out there. I once owned a cat that nearly cost me my life!</span><br />Retiring to bed late one evening, just as I was climbing my stairs, I was curious about a 'CRACK' sound that startled me somewhat. So what did I do? Decided to investigate of course. I walked into my lounge only to see my sofa begin to burn. There, on the sofa was my cat... also startled. What had happened? Guess what... my very playful cat had found a box of matches that I had carelessly left on the arm of the sofa. He decided it was a good thing to play with! Of course, the matches spilt out and he bit one - igniting it with his teeth... that was the 'crack' sound. What are the odds on a cat igniting a match with his teeth? Must be quite rare I am sure. Fortunately I was there, in ear-shot, close enough to respond. What would have happened if I had left for bed an hour earlier? God only knows. The moral here is obvious - don't leave live matches where our pets might get a hold of them. Even a TV remote control can be a hazard... our pets chewing them or us leaving the remote tucked behind a sofa cushion can cause a short and possibly a fire! So be aware. Whilst our pets can pose a danger to our health, they can also save our lives... but that's another story for later!Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-65206661066710159392009-08-08T05:25:00.001-07:002009-08-08T05:25:36.781-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3eUqOQnsWvGGbS7-8H_J7PsxT9bUzNew-r12-tz5evKc6dNeLP48YRKv5rzIVWHjjztKeHU5lEfeqqINvmNfhN-AN-ATqiAOVROTrZxvKT-pnwpgGFpj4HStfMQDGebGTT8bHLlWXMZGi/s1600-h/robin+annoys+Lucy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3eUqOQnsWvGGbS7-8H_J7PsxT9bUzNew-r12-tz5evKc6dNeLP48YRKv5rzIVWHjjztKeHU5lEfeqqINvmNfhN-AN-ATqiAOVROTrZxvKT-pnwpgGFpj4HStfMQDGebGTT8bHLlWXMZGi/s400/robin+annoys+Lucy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367568083800525570" border="0" /></a>Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721622463233425424.post-3663568028559984882009-08-08T04:52:00.000-07:002009-08-08T05:00:41.935-07:00Walkies waits for no man<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0KU_TGX5gE-G82SZE0PkO6larcShVXmdkGBwLelnfoknu6TuxUSgLq_B2-2dc_k-gWyHtkDe5trM1XR3h5yLN4nyhyphenhyphenATE6TI8dSlRczkBu0huCEGTZjfHnlm-q_z_tZOA5XjdE_urvTBS/s1600-h/robin+on+desk.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0KU_TGX5gE-G82SZE0PkO6larcShVXmdkGBwLelnfoknu6TuxUSgLq_B2-2dc_k-gWyHtkDe5trM1XR3h5yLN4nyhyphenhyphenATE6TI8dSlRczkBu0huCEGTZjfHnlm-q_z_tZOA5XjdE_urvTBS/s400/robin+on+desk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367561060470307394" border="0" /></a><br />How does Robin let me know when <span style="font-weight: bold;">he</span> is ready to go walkies in the mornings? <span style="font-style: italic;">Answer:</span> he sits on my desk just to remind me and blocks my view of the PC whilst I try to use it! Even before I, a mere mortal am dressed and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">still</span> drinking my morning coffee! He just sits there - looking me in the eyes and cries, like they do when they need to attract our attention. He generally wins every time. Lucy on the other hand sits patiently by the front door without a sound... sometimes I really get to Robin when I casually decide to take Lucy out first... he hates that!Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10565658677191393919noreply@blogger.com4