Although I have been a cat person for many years (in spite of having Rosie, my lovely Old English Sheepdog, many years ago) it seems that I am t
ransforming into a doggie guy. Of course the main reason is that we need dog protection for the city house and the farm but we are slowly moving, and for no very good reason, moving from mere mongrels to canines with style.
ransforming into a doggie guy. Of course the main reason is that we need dog protection for the city house and the farm but we are slowly moving, and for no very good reason, moving from mere mongrels to canines with style.Looking just at the house we have of course my earlier main man, Cat, smallish but once her fur stands up she can easily cause a quick retreat by those
she does not recognise. Her sons and daughter are likely to becomes similar as they grow I assume. 
However at present they are three little beauties DK (short for Devil Killer), Princess and the well named Foreigner, being so very white as to be known immediately as not
really a Philippine national, although in fact he is. But what a sweetheart he is. And then of course we have the new guy, the Akita, named 
Muggins. At first he did have a habit of hiding underneath tables and chairs but then he decided that if he really wanted to be boss dog, something that Akitas are quite keen to be, then he had to at least lift up his head
and take a look around. Of course there is also Sam, who always makes me think of Jumble, William's dog in Richmal Crompton's wonderful books that I 
read as a child before moving on to the Jennings books. Which may be why Alistair is rather fond of him?
But let's cast our minds back to the cat days,
when Alistair could not sleep without his cat on the bed, and I was trying to ensure that mine could keep his blog uptodate on his laptop. I have to admit she has not been at her best in doing so but, 
what the hell, most blogs are not read by anyone anyway and are only run for the for the pleasure of the writer. (or is that just me?).
But at the end of the day I am still left with my total favourite, Jasper, who has a habit of requesting a ride, whether in the Paj or on my shoulder. No matter, he is the one for me.
she does not recognise. Her sons and daughter are likely to becomes similar as they grow I assume. 
However at present they are three little beauties DK (short for Devil Killer), Princess and the well named Foreigner, being so very white as to be known immediately as not
really a Philippine national, although in fact he is. But what a sweetheart he is. And then of course we have the new guy, the Akita, named 
Muggins. At first he did have a habit of hiding underneath tables and chairs but then he decided that if he really wanted to be boss dog, something that Akitas are quite keen to be, then he had to at least lift up his head
and take a look around. Of course there is also Sam, who always makes me think of Jumble, William's dog in Richmal Crompton's wonderful books that I 
read as a child before moving on to the Jennings books. Which may be why Alistair is rather fond of him?But let's cast our minds back to the cat days,
when Alistair could not sleep without his cat on the bed, and I was trying to ensure that mine could keep his blog uptodate on his laptop. I have to admit she has not been at her best in doing so but, 
what the hell, most blogs are not read by anyone anyway and are only run for the for the pleasure of the writer. (or is that just me?).But at the end of the day I am still left with my total favourite, Jasper, who has a habit of requesting a ride, whether in the Paj or on my shoulder. No matter, he is the one for me.
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