Ginga Ninja

Ginger Ninja

So I have 3 dogs, which you all know about. They are cute, they are cuddly, they are loyal and they are the most beautiful springer spaniels in the world.

I also have a cat. Finn Gordon Blair Miliband.

 

Martha decided about 3 years ago that it would be nice to have a sweet little kitten but we got this one instead. He never miaows, he rarely sits on anybody's lap and he spends his life trying to wind up the dogs.

When we first got him we only had Daisy and Maddie. Now dear departed Daisy liked nothing better than chasing a rabbit and sometimes even catching one. We once foolishly looked after some friends guinea pigs for a weekend and they were in a hutch which we placed outside in the garden and Daisy spent the entire 72 hours with her face pressed against the glass of the back door like a fat kid at a cake shop.

There was a near miss when we let them out in their run on the lawn, but they survived.

When we got Finn it was similar. Daisy was a salivating wreck but she managed to restrain herself until he was big enough for her to ignore.

Our present 3 dogs haven't got a shred of the bravery that their big sister had. They are currently living in fear of that cat.

Maddie manages to pretend he isn't there but still gets the odd swipe when she walks past, Mutley will have a wrestle and run off after a while but poor little Freddy cops it the most.

He is young and gullible so when the cat sidles up for a hug and Freddy nuzzles back it then turns into all out war with that poor pup always coming off worst.

In the photo above he is in the log basket next to the fire, and there are also several dog toys near it which whenever Freddy went near to retrieve, he got a smack round the ear.

He also shows no mercy with us. He hides in various places and as soon as his most recent place is rumbled then he will choose another.

I have rattled boxes of biscuits in the rain, shrieked his name in the graveyard ( long story ) accosted local builders, have sustained injuries when trying to get him out the house the other week, have apologised to friends due to his unfriendly behaviour ( Lisa ) and generally have given my all. It's all ME ME ME with that cat!

And you know what?

Whilst writing this blog, the little bugger actually miaowed - no word of a lie.

Hiss.

 

 

 

 

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dietdevil: Ginger Ninja

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Ginger Ninja

So I have 3 dogs, which you all know about. They are cute, they are cuddly, they are loyal and they are the most beautiful springer spaniels in the world.

 

I also have a cat. Finn Gordon Blair Miliband.

 

 

Martha decided about 3 years ago that it would be nice to have a sweet little kitten but we got this one instead. He never miaows, he rarely sits on anybody's lap and he spends his life trying to wind up the dogs.

 

When we first got him we only had Daisy and Maddie. Now dear departed Daisy liked nothing better than chasing a rabbit and sometimes even catching one. We once foolishly looked after some friends guinea pigs for a weekend and they were in a hutch which we placed outside in the garden and Daisy spent the entire 72 hours with her face  pressed against the glass of the back door like a fat kid at a cake shop.

 

There was a near miss when we let them out in their run on the lawn, but they survived.

 

When we got Finn it was similar. Daisy was a salivating wreck but she managed to restrain herself until he was big enough for her to ignore.

 

Our present 3 dogs haven't got a shred of the bravery that their big sister had. They are currently living in fear of that cat.

 

Maddie manages to pretend he isn't there but still gets the odd swipe when she walks past, Mutley will have a wrestle and run off after a while but poor little Freddy cops it the most.

 

He is young and gullible so when the cat sidles up for a hug and Freddy nuzzles back it then turns into all out war with that poor pup always coming off worst.

 

In the photo above he is in the log basket next to the fire, and there are also several dog toys near it which whenever Freddy went near to retrieve, he got a smack round the ear.

 

He also shows no mercy with us. He hides in various places and as soon as his most recent place is rumbled then he will choose another.

 

I have rattled boxes of biscuits in the rain, shrieked his name in the graveyard ( long story ) accosted local builders, have sustained injuries when trying to get him out the house the other week, have apologised to friends due to his unfriendly behaviour ( Lisa ) and generally have given my all. It's all ME ME ME with that cat!

 

And you know what?

 

Whilst writing this blog, the little bugger actually miaowed - no word of a lie.

 

Hiss.

dietdevil: Someitmes you just have to swear................

dietdevil: Someitmes you just have to swear................: So today should have started off a lot smoother than it did!  I really get frustrated sometimes when I have to rectify other people'...

Someitmes you just have to swear................

So today should have started off a lot smoother than it did!

 I really get frustrated sometimes when I have to rectify other people's mistakes. It makes me growl, it makes me hyper ventilate and it makes me want to swear like a sailor.

 I like swearing but only when it's totally necessary. There's a time and a place for it and that place is generally my house and the time is generally about 9.30 on a Saturday morning.

 

I actually wrote a poem about swearing a few weeks ago and I feel the need to share it with you all today, but as I am a responsible blogger, and I don't want to upset any of my loyal readers from far flung places like Ukraine and Brazil, I have asterixed some letters out of the naughty words.

 

Ahem.............................

 

Sometimes when life aint going great
and people arent that nice
The strongest urge
for naughty words
is all that will suffice

A little f*** yelled here and there
some may say you're sick
but if no-one hears
or shields their ears
A m**** will do the trick

We can then progress to w*****
or arsehole's also good
cock, tit and willy
is all quite silly
But it will get you in the mood

So don’t hold back your rants and raves
it works, it’s not a stunt
Progress quite slow
Then let it go
To a loud resounding C***

 

Now if anyone can't guess which words are which please feel free to message me privately and I shall tell you. Of course, I would never use the last word as it's the baddest of the lot so I do apologise if anyone of a sensitive nature is offended by this - I assure you none is intended.

 

Anyway, back to swearing where needed.

 

I am a firm believer as I have said in my poem of using a fruity expletive where need be - it's the use of it to punctuate every day speech that annoys me.

For example - ''ooh I'm f***** dying for a f***** cup of f****** tea'' etc .

I think all swearing should be used responsibly and obviously only if you're over 18 and I hope to god that I don't have to use any of those naughty words any more today.

 

I wouldn't count on it though.............

 

Hope everyone has a bloody good weekend.

 

 

dietdevil: Bye Bye Gill x

dietdevil: Bye Bye Gill x: So today was the funeral.    Funerals make things real and while we have all muddled through and got on with the last 2 and a half week...

Bye Bye Gill x

So today was the funeral.

 

 Funerals make things real and while we have all muddled through and got on with the last 2 and a half weeks, today was the day that we said our goodbyes to Gill, Amber, Ellie and Pebbles.

 

I haven't been to many funerals in my life.

My Dad's was a haze of pure and utter grief and I can only really remember the sea of faces and the coffin that unvelievably was housing the body of my father. I do believe that bodies are empty vessels where the spirit lives so I couldn't equate that what was in that wooden box was Dad.

 He had gone, moved on, free.

 

Gill's funeral was very much a celebration of her life.....................and my goodness Gill - what a full and wonderful life you lived!

There was  many tears, and also a lot of smiles and laughs as we remembered her qualities and we could see the impact that she had had on so many.

 

There were photos , lots of them, of Gill and of  the dogs and on all of them she was smiling and happy.  From teenage Gill cuddling puppies to mother Gill cuddling her husband and son and to recent Gill on the beach with 'her girls'. the wind in her hair and enjoying every minute of her life.

 

There was beautiful music, there was talks and readings from her ( commendably brave ) family, there were also the 3 little boxes with her dogs ashes inside.

 

But most of all there was a lot of love in that room.

 

The flowers were laid outside their house when we all got back, including her fantastic 'flip flop' arrangement.

 

 

It was a standing joke that she was always in her flip flops - infact come to think of it , she very rarely wore a coat either although I'm sure there was the odd sighting of a fleece when the Cornish weather got a bit too much .

 

I will remember her laughing, talking loudly, loving my dogs as well as her own, stood in her kitchen having a banter with me across the  yard or watering her plants at the front and giving ours the odd squirt too.

 

I may have only known her for 4 years, but I am so glad I did get to know her and I am feel immensely privileged  that she was one of my friends.

 

Rest in peace Gill. You will always be with us.