Less than 24 hours to go and I will officially be on holiday – I’ve been desperate for time to unwind and have found in the lead up to my annual leave, there is a direct correlation between my mood and the day of the week.
If you’ve ever spent a moment or two watching a squirrel trying to get at the nuts in a bird feeder, you’ll know that they exhibit an extraordinary amount of perseverance. Perhaps there is a lesson to be learnt from squirrels…
I got out of bed on the wrong side today. For no particular reason, except possibly a post Jubilee come-down, I walked around with a permanent thunder cloud hanging over my head. Neither caffeine nor chocolate did much to lift my mood. Had Voldemort asked me to be his right hand man today, I may have said yes. However, my powers in the dark arts amount to nothing more than switching lights off.
I’m still in a bad mood…
I have my ipad in front of me with rolling commentary of the Jubilee River Pageant. L is in call so I am celebrating by myself – typical British weather means the Juliblee weekend is a complete washout yet millions of people are lining the banks of the Thames to wave and watch 1000 boats sail behind the Royal Barge on this very historic occasion. I do like the Queen, but I’m quite happy to be sitting at home with my Mad Hatter hat on in homage to the Queen’s 60 year reign (or rain!). Whoop Whoop!
Walking to the shops earlier this week, I passed a lady, perfectly coiffed, with two dachshunds in tow. Looking rather forlorn and somewhat embarrassed, both dogs were draped in sparkly pink coats and matching collars. Had their hair been long enough, no doubt it would have been styled accordingly.
We all do it to some degree, but should their be a cut off point beyond which our desire to anthropomorphise (sp.?) our pets becomes animal cruelty? If they could talk, I should imagine these dachshunds’ tales of woe would all hinge on their owner’s desire to dress them up like barbie dolls. No doubt the poor mites are laughed at by the other dogs in the park on a daily basis…
Having said all that, I couldn’t help dressing my cat up at Christmas! – he looks happy doesn’t he?!
And whilst I’m on the subject of domestic pets…how about this as a method for taking your dog for a walk? (snapped from the car as I drove past)
Big Hair Metamorphosis 