DianaRose and Boots are driving me crazy....
May 28th 2008 01:59
Have I bored you witless about Rose lately? have you been wondering, dear reader, how she is getting on? And did I tell you what happened yesterday?
Yesterday I was busy with a clarinet student when my mobile rang. It was a man who thought he had 'Boots'? (Our 7 month brilliantly smart but impossibly naughty border colllie).
Luckily recess was nigh and I work close to home: off I raced to his flat over the road from our hovel: sure enough a familiar black and white face watched me alertly through his wired door. He said what a ripper dog. I said what a painful escape-artist.
Then, glancing around the room at all the evidence, I commented, Oh, you are a muso!
(well, he was, kind of: a guitarist)
So we got talking and he told me all about himself. His shows, bands, productions, cd's.
I got in a coupla bits bout self, then got the reluctant doggie and dragged her kicking and screaming back to her humble abode.
Actually she had to be locked into the laundry cos I dared not risk another escape.
As for Rose, she is fully weaned and, despite a complaining fish and chip shop owner from over the way tcausing the lovely local ranger to pay us a visit, she is still going strong and alive.
(however, I have just discovered that Rose has nibbled the 'b' button off my lap top, not amused; last week she nibbled through the phone charger wire)
This was done while I was fielding a call from another ranger who had found ' Boots' id disc from last nights effort at the park! My God, these animals are driving me crazy!!!!!
Actually, I gotta go, things are outa control at home, where I am with a sick child.
Hope you are having a good day: why not tell me ur fun and games??
Yesterday I was busy with a clarinet student when my mobile rang. It was a man who thought he had 'Boots'? (Our 7 month brilliantly smart but impossibly naughty border colllie).
Luckily recess was nigh and I work close to home: off I raced to his flat over the road from our hovel: sure enough a familiar black and white face watched me alertly through his wired door. He said what a ripper dog. I said what a painful escape-artist.
Then, glancing around the room at all the evidence, I commented, Oh, you are a muso!
(well, he was, kind of: a guitarist)
So we got talking and he told me all about himself. His shows, bands, productions, cd's.
I got in a coupla bits bout self, then got the reluctant doggie and dragged her kicking and screaming back to her humble abode.
Actually she had to be locked into the laundry cos I dared not risk another escape.
As for Rose, she is fully weaned and, despite a complaining fish and chip shop owner from over the way tcausing the lovely local ranger to pay us a visit, she is still going strong and alive.
(however, I have just discovered that Rose has nibbled the 'b' button off my lap top, not amused; last week she nibbled through the phone charger wire)
This was done while I was fielding a call from another ranger who had found ' Boots' id disc from last nights effort at the park! My God, these animals are driving me crazy!!!!!
Actually, I gotta go, things are outa control at home, where I am with a sick child.
Hope you are having a good day: why not tell me ur fun and games??
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Comment by Terpsichore
Hmmph!
What do you call a woman who hangs around with musicians? A clarinetist!
What is the definition of a minor second? Two clarinets playing in unison.
What's the difference between a clarinet and a lawn mower? Lawn mowers sound better in small ensembles.
"A musician - sort of" Hmmph!!!!!!!!!!!!