It is after all, a dogs life.

I love my pooch. She's getting old now though, and her legs move in a way akin to a deck chair trying to walk (think stiffness and calamity). It was good to see her the other day, we don't see each other often anymore...which is kinda sad really. If I was a dog, I'd probably be her. She's got a big mouth, has a slight wild streak, but she means well. When she gets excited, her teeth chatter, like she's been taking drugs. She used to chew the fence at our old house, and run inside scattily, with nuggets of wood hanging out of her chattering jaw...very odd dog. My sisters joke that we should have her stuffed when she dies (which will probably be sooner rather than later). My family is sick. haha.

i.love.my.dog!

new blog...and I can't type because my cat won't get off my knee...

I've never done a blog before. But like they say, when in Rome...

I suppose I have to comment on the snow over here, seen as there is an abnormal amount about. Also-about how everything in the country shuts down when there's snow. Why is this? If we were in Canada or Sweden we'd still have to go to work despite the drifts of snow they get there.
A good thing about the snow is, the snowmen! In the park near mine, I saw a 9ft cock snowman...unfortunately, I didn't have my camera with me, so you will have to miss out on this occassion. BUT I do have this picture. I was walking to town, and just happened upon it. It's so cute and very bright (which I think is the main reason I love it). x