lasting

nothing lasts forever
said x
except that phrase



Well actually we were talking about blogging, you know, the blogging r.i.p. riff... [rant defending blogging since deleted] ...but today it may as well signify change of template
 

 

the k

New dog turns one today.

Relieved that he got to this milestone; his small size makes him seem vulnerable to the everyday fence-gaps and donkey-hooves of life.
(on holiday in the country, he was straight under the fence and in with the donkeys, who had 'form' apparently with straying small animals, and whose mad braying sent him scurrying back pronto, untrodden)

He is a dog that stares. I often catch him looking like this:


Not so much a philosophical air, but rather one of caution. As if he is still getting his bearings, four months on.

We all are.


click for larger view

but four months on, I think we are cautiously very happy with each other.



 

bat life

... and Ann O'D → Adam West → Batman and Robin

Same bat nostalgia.

Here, Batman is driving around central Victoria:



(the glimpses of Californian landscape that you'd catch on TV shows of the time did look familiar; sun, highway, eucalyptus)
 

life cats

Thanks to Bwca for sending me a link to Life:

"I thought of your party people banner ..."




"...here they are the next day"







(and once I browsed the cats I duly checked out the canines.)
Celebrities and Big Dogs → Jayne Mansfield Plays Violin for Her Pets
Adam West and Dog Spend a Day on the Beach
 

deb partner

more in the mislabeled files







her deb partner, a young man wearing a suit

source

 

not scientific

the age
 

retro

trawlin' through the archives for a link (see comment on previous post) took me back to the days o' blog ... when g's weren't dropped by default, and I suffered delusions of audience.

so much has changed

Putting boyntonesque through the Geocities-izer
Make any webpage look like it was made by a 13-year old in 1996
seemed if anything to enhance this old skool template.

The more illustrious blogs were better. It is a fine experience to view the Purple blog* with a Yellow Brick Road midi playing.


Geocities-izer via The presurfer
 

top nsw

(according to The Age a coupla days ago)
 

scale

 

toy sized

K is a smaller version of terrier than we had imagined, almost smaller by half than Bronte.
Truth is, he is ... TOY sized.
This takes an adjustment of the sense of scale acquired when growing up surrounded by labradors, and of one's prejudices re Toys.
Of course his nature is winning me over.
And perhaps in the future I may even become ... one of those people who carry their small dogs around in handbags.
Well, I wouldn't ever be chic (or even particularly urban), but I can sort of see the practical aspects of such accessories.
 

Update: Apparently I exaggerated somewhat. He is more like 75% the size that B was.
At any rate, I'd say he is roughly somewhere between these two:



(Of course, this scale kinda depends on knowing the height of the man in the suit)
 

as they say

 
the elephant in the room

 

comments

 








 

canine news

Flo wearing a found fascinator.
The detail is not great but there was a delicate arrangement of cobweb, foliage and sticks that held together nicely for about 20 minutes.

And in the latest canine news, there is another hound around.
Curbee (not his real spelling) is a very small JRT mix, about 8 months old. Upon his arrival he flipped about the house with such alacrity, we thought he was a strain of mad acrobat terrier that might take 3 years to settle.
But he has since wound down somewhat and is currently sleeping soundly.
 

horticulture

(upgraded from comments box and suitably screen captured)

A splendid pair of orchardists, or a very cool mini coolstore...


 
source
 

green house

And speaking of hot weather and no air conditioners...

We did visit a green display house on one of those horrible, hot days in January.
It was lovely and cool inside. But it was done by air con, not by clever design, insulation and cross ventilation.

'I didn't want to wilt' said the green saleswoman.

Anyway, as we inspected the standard stone tops and counter basins and minimalist spaces for sim-citizens, it soon became apparent that we did not present as their sort of type anyway (peninsula) and she was glad to be unable to accommodate us.
 

vale

Bronte - beloved member of this diminishing pack died on Thursday.

Because she was one of those dogs so attuned to the emotional tenor of the household, she herself would now be burrowing behind the couch as the household weeps.
In her own time she would emerge shyly and with boundless affection in tact.



 

boxing days

 

lost claus

So I was walking Flo last week in the park
and in the distance I see a lone figure approaching.


He looked a bit like this:



Seen any kids? He asked me.

- No.


Long Pause.


Is there a car-park anywhere around?

- On the other side of the creek.

He sighed and hobbled away.
 

your block

Road Rage 1964
 

and mary

Ms. Travers, onstage, drew all eyes as she shook her hair, bobbed her head in time to the music and clenched a fist when the lyrics took a dramatic turn. On instructions from Grossman, who wanted her to retain an air of mystery, she never spoke. NY Times

(Grew up with this record of course. Lemon Treesy listening, as sisters sang passionately about hammers and I stared at this record cover imagining adult blondeness and goateed guitarists)