Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Space-Occupying Tumour

That’s what the vet called it, which struck me as triumph of technical communications.  Even through the sadness I could appreciate how those three words evoked a powerfully descriptive and explanatory image. No further words needed, which was good because there was no time to lose.

beautiful tilley

“She is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog.  You are her life, her love, her leader.  She will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of her heart.  You owe it to her to be worthy of such devotion.”    

I like to think that I was, Tilley Bear. 

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Under Pressure

We live about 300 kilometers to the north of the swamplands so fondly described by AareneX…it is even wetter here, with fewer annual hours of sunshine.  It is a simple fact of life that outdoor surfaces get covered in moss…houses, fences, trees, sidewalks, decks…anything left to its own devices will eventually succumb to the stuff,.  When we got home from Australia I took one look at the deck and decided to buy a pressure washer.  A really good one.  Take that, moss!


Just after we got the thing I bet David that someone, somewhere had tried pressure washing his/her horse and had posted about it on the intertoobs.