Yet another new leaf
I have fallen back into the evil life-eating habit of spending way too much time on the blog. If the day were thirty hours long, etc* I could write a nice long entry every evening. Day length and mortal flesh being what they are, I can’t. I’m behind on everything. I’m behind on breathing. And let’s not even talk about sleep.
So as a warm-up to the new improved able-to-write-short** McKinley I’m giving myself the evening off. More or less. And I am going to do this more. ***
Meanwhile, a photo or two. Or three.
The reason you don’t get more hellhound photos is that they’re incredibly hard to photo. They are faster than speeding bullets and leap to the tops of tall buildings in single bounds just by the way. They also have this tiresome habit of responding to me. If I kneel down to take their photo, I get a photo of Large Dog Noses, and I have to be fast even to get that, before I am bowled over and Played With. † And right at the moment the situation with mixy rabbits†† is so awful that I haven’t been letting them off lead at all, barring Third House’s garden.
But occasionally I capture some shadow of their gorgeousness.
And adorableness.
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* But preferably forty
** This is the basic problem as I have said before. My ‘natural’ entry length seems to be 1200 words or so. I can’t seem to spit it out or pull it together or figure out what the daffydowndilly I’m on about any sooner. But I’m also not to be trusted about anything that doesn’t have to be done every day, day after day. I get the hellhounds walked every day. Almost everything else falls into large dark holes from time to time^. This is not a good way to run a blog.^^
^ Just the word time . . . brrrrr. . . .
^^ Especially not a blog whose existence is to present me as a professional. Cough cough cough cough cough. Professional what is of course open to interpretation.+
+ Not to mention interpolation.
*** You want PEGASUS in a timely^ manner, right? So do I. I also want Connie to go on recognising me. Including watching me out of the corner of her eye as I slog across the field toward her and then throwing her head up and coming briskly and eagerly toward me^^ at the last possible moment as if she just hadn’t noticed me before and of course she’d've met me halfway except she was contemplating the meaning of life, etc.
^ There’s that word again.
^^ Toward me and the bucket. The meaningfully rattling bucket.
† I have taken many photos of Large Dog Noses.
†† http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miximatosis for those of you who have forgotten/aren’t country folk. It’s a horrible disease. Rabbits get feebler and feebler and their eyes get so infected they can’t see before they die. I can’t bear it that the hellhounds catch them–which of course they do, while I’m screaming about fair play and that it’s sick, leave it alone–and I also don’t wish to bear their either eating or rolling in the ones that are already dead.^
^ I want to know how humans evolved to be able to find creatures with these habits cute.+
+ And the answer is, like this: 
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