Being a lover of Star Trek I have long thought my dog is an alien hybrid between a Targ (Klingon Dog) and a cross of most trerrier breeds like the Lakeland border parsons jack Russell...
She has this indefiable quality of astute intelligence. She looked exactly like that Targ out of Star Treck that was a glove puppet savaging anyone who came near the captains chair in one of the Star Treck movies. Wrath of Khan! She behaved exactly like it when she was a pup, She has always had that temperament.
For the years we have had her I have felt she is an alien gift. One that came with the most incredible sense of humour, and also a huge responsibility to keep her under control. She is now thirteen and has mostly quietened down to a manageable dog. Heaven help if she got out of the garden. She is somehow 'extra dog'.
I am a bit like this too. I am extra human. Somehow. I am different. I have gifts and abilities that are more than, other people's.
Don't ask me, I even don't know what my blood group is because even when I ask the doctor I don't get an answer. I think I am a prototype. An experimental hybrid.
I can say this with some conviction as by the time I was three I could read the Telegraph newspaper.
I also drew pictures of aliens at that age that looked like the grey pictures put about by the media these days. I also informed my parents that I didn't belong to earth and that my home was in the stars, and would point in the night sky to where I thought Icame from.
I think I have had many occasions where I have had amazing insights. I think we are all capable of them.
I feel as as though my lifetime here on this planet is a special gift to me. I have wasted, misused, enjoyed, and lived every minute of it! I have worked hard, and now admit to being VERY Lazy.
I am not young, but I am not old. I still flirt, and still turn heads and I will be sixty next year.
I feel my experience has been burned on to some kind of hard drive to be used for a new generation as hard wiring for their ability to face their own challenges. My experience of life is invaluable.
Perhaps more than anything our Alien Friends value this more than anything we can imagine.
Well here are a few more photos of the Targ. I decided to recover her chair with a loose cover so it could go in the washing machine instead of dry cleaning the chair itself. Also the cushion was worn out and flat. So I decided to use some new foam to lift the cushion.
Here are some photos of the Targ and her chair. My husband bought her this chair the day we got her, it was in an auction. He got it for 50 quid, as he wasn't going to lose it. She has loved it to bits!
This first photo is a comfy dog. Very much more comfy dog. Especially as these are a pair of daddy's old jeans and a bit of fabric from the charity shop. Mmm smells nice to be comfy with daddy jeans.
The photo below is very worried dog, what are you doing to my chair dog. I will never like anything you do to my chair dog. Well this dog can get used to changes, even at her age!
She has this indefiable quality of astute intelligence. She looked exactly like that Targ out of Star Treck that was a glove puppet savaging anyone who came near the captains chair in one of the Star Treck movies. Wrath of Khan! She behaved exactly like it when she was a pup, She has always had that temperament.
For the years we have had her I have felt she is an alien gift. One that came with the most incredible sense of humour, and also a huge responsibility to keep her under control. She is now thirteen and has mostly quietened down to a manageable dog. Heaven help if she got out of the garden. She is somehow 'extra dog'.
I am a bit like this too. I am extra human. Somehow. I am different. I have gifts and abilities that are more than, other people's.
Don't ask me, I even don't know what my blood group is because even when I ask the doctor I don't get an answer. I think I am a prototype. An experimental hybrid.
I can say this with some conviction as by the time I was three I could read the Telegraph newspaper.
I also drew pictures of aliens at that age that looked like the grey pictures put about by the media these days. I also informed my parents that I didn't belong to earth and that my home was in the stars, and would point in the night sky to where I thought Icame from.
I think I have had many occasions where I have had amazing insights. I think we are all capable of them.
I feel as as though my lifetime here on this planet is a special gift to me. I have wasted, misused, enjoyed, and lived every minute of it! I have worked hard, and now admit to being VERY Lazy.
I am not young, but I am not old. I still flirt, and still turn heads and I will be sixty next year.
I feel my experience has been burned on to some kind of hard drive to be used for a new generation as hard wiring for their ability to face their own challenges. My experience of life is invaluable.
Perhaps more than anything our Alien Friends value this more than anything we can imagine.
Well here are a few more photos of the Targ. I decided to recover her chair with a loose cover so it could go in the washing machine instead of dry cleaning the chair itself. Also the cushion was worn out and flat. So I decided to use some new foam to lift the cushion.
Here are some photos of the Targ and her chair. My husband bought her this chair the day we got her, it was in an auction. He got it for 50 quid, as he wasn't going to lose it. She has loved it to bits!
This first photo is a comfy dog. Very much more comfy dog. Especially as these are a pair of daddy's old jeans and a bit of fabric from the charity shop. Mmm smells nice to be comfy with daddy jeans.
The photo below is very worried dog, what are you doing to my chair dog. I will never like anything you do to my chair dog. Well this dog can get used to changes, even at her age!
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