I've been to see that new client this morning. It's a straightforward tax return, no complexities, but I'll need to redo the previous year's return which he did himself as he had been including his wife's untaxed interest (she doesn't have enough income to pay tax) on his own return which is incorrect. He was talking about incidents from the past and mentioned the time that they were in a shop years ago looking for a teddy bear for their daughter. As they were looking a man with a strong Lancashire accent and his wife came up to them and started making suggestions as to which teddy bear to buy and my clients went along with them and bought the one the man had suggested.

 

 

I didn't ask what the daughter had called the teddy bear but an appropriate name would have been Woo Bear as the man with the strong Lancashire accent was George Formby.

Nice anecdote, El (even though I couldn't stand George Formby's act).

It was a nice anecdote I didn't mind George Formby, catchy tunes.

I'll see what can be done!

 It has been quiet in here today.

I had a little baby sparrow fly into my kitchen window this afternoon and stun itself. It was very disorientated and sat completely still with its little heart racing. I stood a couple of feet away to make sure the cats wouldn't get it before it recovered. Keira came out and it was so funny how she seemed to know the bird was hurt. She sat at my feet and kept guard with me. After 10 minutes or so, it fluttered its wings and flew off.

Oh my word, I am turning into a mad bird woman! I blame all our owl talk.

Aw you rescued him yogi! Well done, and Keira is such a sweetheart I got really busy at work, and finished late we had a lovely walk tonight though

She is great with birds. Glad you enjoyed your walk, was the weather nice?

Bramble is fine btw, whatever is was dislodges itself before she saw the vet but she got some anti-inflammatories just in case she scratched anything.

I've just read what Daley did on bb yogi! I can't believe I missed it tonight

And yes, the weather was very nice thank you- have you had a good day? Was it sunny?

Hehe!

It was cloudy in the morning but the sun appeared in the afternoon.

I caught up with some housework and did some weeding in the raised bed. I forgot there is a big metal hook (for a hanging basket) on the fence and whacked my head on it when I stood up. My neighbour was in the garden, so I couldn't yell out and had to pretend it didn't hurt!

 Love it!

I'm guessing you have zonked, goodnight Summer, sweet dreams.

Noite Yogi   

Goodnight Velvet, sweet dreams.

Good morning everyone

 

Another sunny and warm day here.

 

@ Summer's owl

 

Routine dental checkup this morning.

Good morning everyone.  Well done on the joint rescue effort team Yogi and Keira I could just picture you in the garden having to put a brave face on it, we've all been there

 

I'm off to the dentist too EL to the hygienist this time though, and stocking up at M & S.  Have a good day everyone.

Squiggle, tis the day for the dentists. At least you have the visit to M&S to compensate

Good morning everyone. Cloudy atm, with some sunshine forecast for the afternoon.

Good luck at the dentist El and Squiggle. I think my check-up is due quite soon.

Squiggle, what are your thoughts on the latest happenings in the BB house, and which HM would you like to see evicted on Friday? 

Moonie, thinking of you and hope you are feeling a bit better.

Morning pardon me for zonking last night yogi I hope you slept well- is your head ok? Will Daley's exit be shown tonight or was it on last nights highlight show? Good luck squiggle & El I hope your dental check up's go well Moonie, I hope you soon feel better come back soon ok

I'm back from the dentist, scale & polish to be done next week and then a minor filling to be replaced in September.

Not bad El, not bad

No problem Summer, I realised you'd fallen asleep.

My head is okay, thanks, not even a bump.

Daley's exit was shown last night. You should be able to get last night's HL show on catch up.

 

El, I hope my next check up at the dentist, goes as well as yours.

I just caught up with last night's show and I am a little shocked.  OK Daley's behaviour was wrong, but so was Hazel's in my opinion.  She really seemed to have instigated it all and although I don't like Daley and would never approve of aggressive behaviour I feel a slight twinge of sympathy that his experience in BB has been brought to an end in this way.  I suppose Hazel still has immunity?  If she hasn't I think she should go, what are your thoughts on the matter.

 

At the hygienist she used a wonderful new water tool to get right down deep below the gum line.  I had the beginnings of gum disease there as the practice has been without a hygienist for the last 18 months or so and you cannot clean below the gumline with normal dental hygiene, I use an electric toothbrush, floss and Teepee brushes but I could not clean where she was cleaning today.  I am going back for a new treatment they are trying in a couple of weeks which uses air to remove a few stubborn stains.

 

I am glad your dental visit went well EL.

Squiggle, I'm pleased your trip to the hygienist went well. The hygienist at my dental surgery is new, in the past the dentists did it themselves so I hope my experience will be as good as yours.

 

My thoughts on Hazel are unprintable because, as you know, I never watch BB

At the moment certainly EL you are wise not to watch, Hazel has behaved in a way that would have had her called a hussy at the very least a few years ago   I hope your visit to the hygienist is pleasant.  Mine was, to know that she is getting rid of that tartar build up that you can't shift any other way, and I am told that the next treatment is very pleasant too.

Squiggle, Hazel did have immunity from yesterdays nominations.

As far as the Daley/Hazel incident was concerned, I think BB should have expelled Hazel from the house as well.

I thought Daley's behaviour crossed the line from playful banter to aggression and BB had no option but to throw him out. Hazel's behaviour, ie the goading, slapping and pulling down his shorts, was also worthy of an expulsion.

IMO, Hazel showed no sign of being afraid, until she realised they were in trouble with BB. 

I think maybe Daley has some anger management issues which need to be addressed (he was quite aggressive with Dexter on a previous occasion, too) and Hazel really needs to realise that using your body and sexuality to play men, can be a dangerous game.

Well said Yogi, spot on.  What I have found quite interesting is that I saw Hazel as a really beautiful girl when she first came in and now I find it hard to watch her, does she not see what her behaviour is like?

I think she is well aware of what she is doing and seems to have no moral compass. She is a Grade A manipulator who uses her body/sexuality to get what she wants.

I'm going to apologise for posting this because I know it will affect you all, but I just had to

 

The Puppy

 

“When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” – but then you’d relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

 

My house training took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs,” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

 

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

 

She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” – still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.”

 

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them, especially their touch – because your touch was now so infrequent – and I would have defended them with my life if need be.

I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject. I had gone from being your dog to “just a dog,” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

 

Now you have a new career opportunity in another city and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your “family,” but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said “I know you will find a good home for her.” They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with “papers.”

 

You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed “No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!” And I worried for him and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

 

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked “How could you?”

 

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you – that you had changed your mind – that this was all a bad dream…or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

 

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

 

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked

Squiggle, that is so, so sad.

It was much cooler tonight and more pleasant for Keira during our walk. It must be difficult for dogs, it's not like they can take their coat off when they get too hot. ATM, she is lying down with the fan blowing on her - pampered pooch!

That's such a sad story I couldn't give up my bramble for anything, and I wish I could take in all the homeless doggies

Yogi, today I saw a little shitzu hanging out a car window, it looked like it was having the absolute time of it life! I was petrified it would fall out mind, but it's face was a picture

I always worry when I see dogs with their heads out of car windows, but they always seem to be enjoying it.

I keep my window at least half up when bramble's in the car, i couldn't bare it if she jumped out How was your day yogi? Is moonie still not back?

My day was fine and I had a PB visit a teatime.

Still no Moonie. I hope he has someone who can pop in and see he is okay.

Me too, it's been a good few days now, I hope he's okay

 I miss him.