This is what I often see when I’m in the garden and I look UP . . .
I’ve been rather quiet lately, I know . . . It’s just been too hot here to do much, and my brain doesn’t work well in this weather. I suppose I could write posts in the evenings when it’s cooler, but then there is dinnertime and playtime . . . and then sleep-time. Life is just so busy then!
This week’s photo challenge is all about lunchtime. I don’t get lunch, as such. I have to wait until dinner time to get a decent meal. But Lisa gives me some “puppy cookies” (see note at bottom of post) as she calls them, to tide me over until then. I’m pretty good at rationing them out throughout the day, and only eating one when I really need a snack. Often I take a dog biscuit with me when I go and take a nap, just in case I wake up mid-nap with a snack attack.
Willie and I both think that “puppy cookies” is a silly name for them. I’m NOT a puppy any longer, but Lisa often calls me her “Little Pup”. When is she going to realise that I’m a big dog now? Well, maybe not big, but all grown up.
This week’s photo challenge is: Lost in the details. So I asked Lisa to take some close-up photos of me. Basically, an eye, ear and nose sequence, so you could see what three of my sensory organs look like up close.
We tried to get the Neurotic Cat to participate in the challenge, but she ran away every time the camera got too close.
For me, the word “forward” is synonymous with the word “walk”. And below is one of my favourite places to go and walk. If you squint (or click on the photo to enlarge it!) you can see Willie and me walking away up the road.
Lisa brought an interesting article to my attention yesterday . . .
Police under investigation over ‘dog’s’ witness statement
Police dog handlers are all too aware of how crucial their four-legged colleagues are in the investigation of many crimes.
However, when the CPS demanded a witness statement in the name of a force dog, officers realised that it would be taking their canine skills a step too far.
They wrote back explaining that PC Peach was in fact PD Peach, stressing that PD stood for police dog but to no avail.
Eventually, the exasperated handler completed a form as if it had been written by the Alsatian, signing it with a paw print.
The statement read: “I chase him. I bite him. Bad man. He tasty. Good boy. Good boy Peach.”
It stated that the age of the witness was “four” and that his number was PD4341.
[You should click on the above link if only to see the photo of the cute police dog with his head-mounted video camera. It also quotes other people who made some pretty witty comments in response.]
Now, of course, PD Peach’s human handler is in trouble with the CPS. And I don’t understand why. Have they never heard of dogs giving their side of the story? They should read a couple of dog blogs to see how smart we dogs are! And if anyone, I’d think that PD Peach is also probably the best witness they’ve got!