I know I haven’t written about the Ogre from the wood for a while but really an Ogre and a Fairy in a book for children? I wonder if anyone would like to read stories about me? Or am I losing my good looks and sociable friendly personality?
I know Maria has an idea rattling around in that big old empty brain of hers, but, please let me know what you think.
We love Collies in our house and here is the proof…
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Now hug! Three border collies are looking incredibly cute in this photo by Alicja Zmyslowka. The Poland-based photographer takes the most adorable pictures of dogs we’ve ever seen. Alicja had always been around photography, since her father and brother had taken photos as long as she could remember, but it wasn’t until her own puppy (the golden retriever) finally came into her life, in 2006, that she found her true calling and inspiration.
The photographer has devoted her life to taking dog photos saying, “I would love to share my passion and love for dogs through my photography. I want to show what’s best in each dog, I want to catch their souls. When I take pictures of homeless dogs, I want to help them find new and loving homes. And when I take pictures of people with their pet companions, I want them to have the perfect photos…
As he watched her she appeared to be struggling to speak. A trickle of water leaked from the corner of her eyes. Her small white hand covered her mouth.
He looked at her aghast. He was hopeless at coping with tears. He would rather face a great white shark than have to put his arms around his best friend and comfort her.
The air in the kitchen shimmered.The man before Emma imagined the warm air as an entity. It rushed in through the open back door shook hands with the frigid temperature in the room to kick off the cold wall before racing outside. Along the way he saw it scoop up her distress and carry it away.
If he was asked to describe his feelings he would have said they were as brown as the worn boots on his feet. He struggled to grasp the correct word to comfort. For Emma was more to him than a friend. She was a life line to reality. Without her he would gladly slip into the realm of his fantasies, his characters he wrote about, the stories others believed he struggled to create were an escape route from the nastiness of this world. A world he feared and wanted no part of, without her.
A nudge from Emma made him look at her. Her blonde hair glistened in the pale sunlight, her body shook with tremors. Then he looked at her eyes and smiled. “Go on let me in on the joke. Who did they call Kevin?”
His large hand gently removed her smaller hand from her mouth and the laughter poured from her like water bubbling in a pot, in fits and bits. He sat and waited. He was used to waiting.
When she recovered she said, “The children called the new pet pig Kevin. Because they love the stories you tell them. What do you think of that, my Kevin?”
He pretended to be disgusted then winked at her and said, “Fitting.”
Their laughter bounced and floated through the house. As it moved it warmed every centimeter of the old stone building.
I don’t understand why people are so taken with cats.
They don’t chase balls or fetch stuff. They just lie around and moan a lot. I’ve tried explaining we don’t need them as I catch the mice in this house, two so far this month and winter is not even here yet.
Maybe someone can explain the fascination to me but here is a sketch Maria did a while back of one breaking his way into the house.