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.... sleeping and playing the air guitar, both at the the same time ...

A succession of dogs have shared their lives with me, yet I remain no closer at knowing of what they dream, why their legs move so frantically in gleeful pursuit, or rapid flight, why their noses wrinkle and sniff, and sometimes at the fact that they wake up abruptly and race out into the garden thinking the dream is reality, to be disappointed when nothing but them is there

#animals #dogsOfMastodon #dog #guitar

This is what started out as a small white dog, but grew into a monster in every way. He is tall, long, and bushy eyebrowed, none of which conforms to the breed standard, and all of which is opposite to all the other dogs of the same sort I have shared my life with before. He is laying kind of on his side, kind of on his back, on the best sofa (of course), supported by two cushions, one green in front of him and one red at his back, which he dragged into place with his teeth and moulded with his wriggling, His back legs are in the air at a jaunty angle (and, for once, his manhood is not so openly on view as it usually is), whilst his front legs are curved round, strumming his imaginary guitar with his right paw and fingering the frets with his left. And his mouth is partly open, like I guess you do when you play guitar, humming along to keep you in tune.

@PixysJourney - I seriously think that from this day I will rename my dog walks as sniffs - for there is no denying it is a lot more truthful than my use of a walk, and it encompasses the guaranteed sniffs of vegetation or pavement, plus the hope of sniffs at any other dogs who waddle by.....

Now I am getting bedded in at my new site, I wonder if there are any festive hats left on the rack for young master nipper, showing here in his brand new Christmas jumper (and that colour he will only ever wear in indoors.. I was foolish not to think of that when I pounced on it in store.....)

#MonDog #Xmashatting #dog #DogsOfMastodon #Animals #Pets #Christmas #ChristmasJumpers

This is a small-ish white dog of the terrier persuasion, posing in his new Christmas jumper.
Said jumper is red and white, with a black belt and a fake glittery buckle. By which I mean it is real glitter but the buckle does not undo.
The top is a polo neck, ribbed and white, and then there is a white stripe down the back. The underparts, and ribbed polo neck style edging at the bottom of the jumper, are also white.
He does look very cute!
And he does like wearing it, though not in the garden, in the mud, thank you very much...
He is, rather unfortunately, sitting on a red carpet, bad positioning on my part. and in front of him are the cupboards under the stairs, for this house comes from a time when such things were all the rage. Today they are not much use, being too small to do anything useful with, and in the 1930s I imagine they were even a bit too small for a decent game of sardines. Though it depends who you were squeezed in with, I suppose!

Tonight, as I attempt to sleep, amidst the driving rain, I will tell myself that the garden needs it; that when I come to plant my seeds, in springtime, it will be easier.
However, I do not really want to garden here, in this inhospitable, fractured place, I want to move on and start anew .
Sometimes, in the darkness, the idea of moving on seems remote, a dream that I will never live to see. And yet, only tomorrow, that darkness will begin to clear, and summer come

#weather #solstice #travel

This is the full picture of the image which appears on my banner, not only to preserve it in case I feel a sudden need for change, but also because I cannot fathom out how to add any alt text to that banner.

#SilentSunday #Railway #Photography #Photo #Trains #Transport #Travel #Chiswick

I like this amazingly angular picture, which does not tell where it is - and, more than that, I think there is rather a cinematic quality to it which suggests it may perhaps be the backdrop to a Western, or maybe, and even better, to a Sci-Fi Spectacular....
In actual fact it is Chiswick Park Railway Station, in London, taken along the platform, and by me squatting quite low down, so that the only patch of sky is a "V" shaped strip with the two spread ends at top left hand corner and just above the middle of the left hand edge, and they meet almost at the middle of the right hand edge, behind the glass-window of the half glass, half concrete, waiting room.
That means there is a larger "V" shape, being the roof and the platform, withg the spread ends from slightly to the right of the top left hand corner, to the bottom left hand corner, and where they come to their closest they make a square of light that leads into the waiting room again, but is slowly being touched by an approaching train, taking the corner, before it stops at the platform.
Some measure of the fact that this was really early on a Sunday morning is that there is absolutely nobody waiting on either of the platforms,
Strangely, Chiswick Park Station is on the Piccadilly line, but none of their trains stop there, they use the inside track, which has no access to the platforms, and so they glide on swiftly by. The only way to leave at Chiswick Park is to change to the District Line at Acton Town.

#introduction

On the occasion of relocating myself to a new part of the Fediversean galaxy.
As always I travel light, bringing few of my former workings, preferring to reinvent myself all over again.
However these themes will undoubtedly recur amongst the things I choose to speak of, for they have been wired deep in my psyche

#Photography #Poetry #Dogs #Animals #XFiles #TwinPeaks #Music #Camping #Garden #Collecting #Ephemera #Cards #Railway #Market #Swapping #Volunteering #Vegetarianism

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