Still in bed. Still being good. But I’ve not been sleeping too well at night, and being home alone today, I thought I’d to catch up a little. The beagle however, had other ideas, first flinging itself repeatedly at the back window in an effort to get out, and then (once outside) flinging itself the other way in order to get back in.
The stairs between us are exhausting right now, and so rather than continue with this ridiculous hokey-cokey act, I have now ended up leaving the back window open. Security be damned. The beagle must step up and lick any potential intruder to a slobbery end.
Tomorrow, my first physio session (I hope). Still concentrating on removing the swelling and bruising from my left leg rather than strengthening what muscle is left, but one has to start somewhere.
This enforced rest isn’t as good for the wallet either. Aside from the ridiculous medical bills, I’m finding plenty of time to watch Youtube videos of talented photographers and then wandering through online stores – ones selling photographic equipment – the purchase of which makes me think I might be as good as them.
I have hidden my credit card.
My #2017BestNine Instagram pictures include:
Four drone shots, three beagle shots, one drone and beagle shot, one of that storm and one of that sunset.
Go here to follow me on Instagram (although presumably, this means that I’m not going to post anything remarkable for the rest of the year (at least)) and go here to find your #2017bestnine.
Just in from The Daily Mash this morning:
A DOG has confirmed the cancellation of a trip to the garden because of poor weather conditions.
Indeed. But at least it’s a dog with manners:
I apologise to household members who responded to my initial scratching at the back door. I merely wanted the door opened so that I could further monitor the weather situation, after which I decided not to embark.
The beagle never apologises. The beagle just wanders out under the awning, then straight back in as I stand there like some sort of butler waiting for it to make up its mind. Sometimes, it’s clear that it’s made up its mind, but it’s just waiting out there that extra few seconds, merely to annoy me. Just seeing how long it can push it.
I used to believe that I was in charge in our household. I once told Mrs 6000 that and she started to laugh. Now, having actually thought about it, and taken the above behaviour into consideration, I realise that I’m actually some way below the beagle as well.
It’s all rather depressing.
The weekend. Yesterday, we went to the Aquarium and saw their Pink Meanie, and I found just how difficult it is to shoot jellyfish in a
barrel cylindrical poly-carbonate tank.
Then this morning, the beagle got (slightly) eaten at the Beagle Run: ruining my plans for using its ears as coffee coasters once it has joined the choir invisible, and resulting in several (or more) Rands in vet’s fees.
I’m heading for channel 203 and a Black Label.
Other pics: here.
Sony are advertising their Xperia cellphone range with a photo of an Xperia cellphone taking a photo of an incoming beagle and for the first time since 2005, I’m considering switching brand.
While the Xperia is undoubtedly brilliant at taking photos (and videos) of approaching beagles, the happy-go-lucky, blue sky, not-a-care-in-the-world imagery portrayed by this advert masks the dark reality, continuous hassle and huge expense of actually owning a beagle.
So very misleading.
On a more serious note, I love my Xperias and it would take more than a beagle on one of their ads to get me to move. I’m getting the XZ Premium next month, and I can’t wait.