August 18, 2014

Hellhound birthday

 

Hellhounds are EIGHT YEARS OLD TODAY.  How time flies when YOU KEEP MOVING HOUSE.*  Meanwhile I got home later tonight than planned and discovered us embroiled in Fresh Connectivity Issues**  JOY.  And furthermore my piano tuner is coming tomorrow not Tuesday–ahem, in the MORNING.***  So you’ll have to forgive me merely slamming a bunch of photos at you without my usual graceful and spirited commentary.  And as you cast your gaze over all these sleeping-hellhounds photos remember what I said on Pav’s birthday about needing to remember to find the action-shot button on my camera before I need it.  All or nearly all the sprinting hellhound photos you remember are from my old camera which was a lot less glam but also a lot less complicated.

And if the background looks familiar, yes, these are all from the mews.  I’m not even close to taking photos indoors at Third House.

Also forgive me if I linger a little on what is essentially the same shot.  They’re so cute when they’re asleep.#

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AWWWWWWW.  Wooshily wooshily.

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Hee hee hee hee.  This is Darkness’ characteristic pose but Chaos does flip over on his back and look ridiculous occasionally too.  SOMEWHERE I have a photo of them both upside down and grinning like loonies simultaneously but I can’t find it.

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I have to organise Sofa Time at Third House.  I get a lot of beady eyes when the hellterror is in my lap.  ALL VERY WELL FOR HER.  WHERE’S OUR SOFA?##

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* I hope we get to STAY HERE.

** Late Sunday evening, you know.

*** JOY.  The real kind.

# And not chasing frelling hedgehogs–I keep reminding myself hedgehog numbers are dwindling and endangered but I wish they’d have a population explosion somewhere else–or refusing to eat their lovely birthday dinner full of raw liver which when they’re eating is their favourite thing^, or nailing the sodding next door terrier except that I STOPPED THEM WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH ME.  Neighbourly relations are going to get kind of strained here soon if next door doesn’t figure out they now need to keep the little **** on lead on this street.  They needed to keep it on lead before, when it regularly crapped in my driveway but . . .

^ Possibly second favourite thing.  They adore butter, and I’m YAAAAAAY CALORIES, but I imagine serious amounts of butter would not be a good idea.  Besides if I gave it to them often or in quantity they’d go off it.  It would become food.

## If I get organised enough we can also lie in heaps all over the bed in the attic, which is nice and low, unlike the hip-high four-poster at the cottage which furthermore, because it’s a very small bedroom full of stuff has no good angles of approach for leaping hellhounds.  I have enough trouble even with longer legs and hands to hold onto bedposts with–and no, I don’t want to try with a hellterror under one arm.

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