Please don't think we haven't tried to train the dog. It just looks at us and has that 'yeah right, when I feel like it' look. .. Wonder where she got it from, they say dogs are like their owners. She and my Husband win the look-alike contest, and she and I share the 'don't take any notice of anybody/do what I like' snap cards.
The dog got a bath yesterday, so it's relatively clean fur, unless she decides to go rolling. She gets a good brush, and then her 'mowhawk' goes fluffy. She is a smooth coated dog with a ridge of long wiry fur down her back that goes into spiky points like a punk rocker. When she has just been bathed it has that 'can't do a thing with it look'. No I do not put hair gel in the dogs coat! Whoever thought of such a thing.
She suffers the bath with good grace thankfully, and then has a mad dog half hour feeling wonderful... probably that she won't have to have another bath until next time.
It is wonderful that she has this coat, as she had the worst case of demodectic mange a puppy could have survived. A lot of work to bath her and get her better over a couple of years, but worth all the effort to find we had a dog with a mowhawk. God just has a sense of humour that's what I think. I still think she is a gift from the Klingons, as she has the very look and nature of that Targ, She couldn't have looked more like the Targ when we got her. She also bit everybody, I bit her back one day so she stopped it immediately.
It is scorching hot for late September, more like mid summer. If it stays like this our French friends will have a fabulous weekend.
Not going to be posting anything for a few days, so have a great weekend anyone who actually ever reads this stuff I put on here. It is a bit of a one sided conversation, but I quite like having a chat to myself. I don't have an awful lot to say in conversations as I tend to listen to other people. People don't ask me what I think. None of what I like thinking about interests my Husband either, although he has the grace to listen occasionally.
I think that's why I end up talking to God a lot, although it's not a sort of conversation in words, it's images and connections, and fleeting moments of recognition. Then I have to try and turn the feeling into words, like yesterday when I realy wanted to say something in response to Avivah's book. I wouldn't have had a reason to write it down without this blog thing going on.
May a huge blessing rest on you and those you love, that knocks your socks off in amazement this weekend.
The shape of things to come... yes. Fallen on it's paws... yes.
She looks totally different now!