Sunday, 29 July 2007

For the Love of Dog

Might as well start this blog as I mean to go on, so here is a picture of a brave and noble individual. Let's call him the Idle Dog. I have occasionally been less than kind about other people's dogs; toy dogs, in particular, get short shrift in this household. Cats likewise, but I understand that some people, otherwise quite sane and reliable, go completely to pieces when cats are involved and seem to think that they have some use, when I know that they (cats) view homo sapiens with contempt and defecate in kitchens.

You may say that this post is barely worthy of comment, and you'd be right. I just wanted to see if I could master the method of posting something on my own blog. If you want to say that labradors are a bit thick - well, I already know that.

11 comments:

Scroblene said...

Hey Idle!

You've arrived!

Hearty congrats and welcome to all the sordid revelations of this little corner of UK...

I'm allowed to be an old fart (Hitch agrees), hence my posts on dogs etc, but your first post is well in line with what sane people believe...

Tony is getting pissed on his birthday, Kev has to work tomorrow, Lilith is ...God, where are you Lilith...Hitch is going to shoot everyone at HMRC - and so he should after all that harrassment, and so the story goes on!

We've walked our small dog for two hours today, and at this rate, we'll have lost more than the stone each (which we are claiming)!

Good to keep in touch Old Chap, I'm so pleased you'e here!

Lilith said...

Hellooo! (My dog does not look like a mole)

The Hitch said...

Fuck me the Idle technophobe has made it to planet blog.
welcome.

Tuscan Tony said...

He looks intelligent and resourceful the diametric opposite of my very own Woody The World's Smelliest Dog. Will keep an eye out for him during the next visit to Cowdray.

Welcome to the timestealing world of Blog, by the way.

Survived the birthday so far, having just returned from some medieval revels at a nearby hilltop village, replete with maidens, steaqk, vino, etc. Beer and bed for me now methinks.

Ed said...

Yes he looks like a bright dog - amazing that one can tell from a glance.

I like your blog already :-)

true blue said...

Hi Idle, Congratulations, good blog and lovely dog, you are now amongst my favourite sites.

idle said...

You are all jolly kind. Stick around long enough, though, and you will discover that I can be a crusty bastard and am more likely to feel the urge to post when riled, rather than entertained. But I promise to pass on the entertaining bits as well so that we can all waste time, just like chucking the Tuscan's paper plane out of the window and chuckle to ourselves, for instance at the surprising vulgarity of some of Lilith's record collection.

Mermaid of Moorgate said...

1) Cats do not defecate in kitchens
2) well-bred cats will not defecate anywhere except their litter trays
3) very well-bred cats will point to their litter trays and meow if it has not been changed each day.

A dog eats its own shit. No contest.

However, it's good to welcome you to blog-land, despite your thoroughly misguided ideas about kittens.

true blue said...

Mermaid : Well said in favour of Pussy Cats ! Our cat Chloe is so well bred that she comes in from playing in the garden to use her litter tray. She too, will not use it unless it is cleaned each day and will sit by it meowing until it is spotlessly clean and given a gentle sprinkling of Bob Martins litter deodorant!

Idle : Not all Labradors are thick ! I had one called Max who used to knock on the door knocker when he wanted to come in. He`d collect the post and put it on my Pa`s lap. He`d also collect Pa`s slippers, when instructed, without slobbering all over them, If he wanted to go for a walk, he would bring his collar and lead and nudge whoever was his chosen walker, until they obliged . A truly brilliant dog ! Second to "German Shepherds" "Labs" are my favourites.

idle said...

Trube, Max was an exception, as was my uncle's dog Blitzen who could tell the difference between "wood" and "peat" and would fetch whatever was ordered from the baskets at the garden door and retrieve what was ordered by my idle uncle, who would then chuck it on the fire.

The Idle dog is as loyal as paint and a great gentleman, but clever he is not.

true blue said...

Idle: Idle Dog may be smarter than you think, he looks like he`s getting on a bit , so maybe he`s opted for a comfy life ? Like his Master perhaps !