I hope your dogs are ok and not grieving too much over Callum. I'm always amazed how it even takes a guinea pig 3 days to get over the loss of one of the gang, it must be really hard for your dogs.
Thanks, Erika. Like Mrs MP and myself they have been getting used to the idea for some while as Callum took a good year or so to slowly slip away. When it comes to animal bereavement I am always amazed at the intensity of grieving experienced by cows and many breeds of birds (especially when it is their young who have died).
She is saying, "Come on, chase me!," Mimi. It's Delphi's favourite outside game. Glenna likes it as well. But her favourite out side game is looking for food people have dropped, closely followed by eating sheep shit.
The first time I ever encountered animal mourning, was when my first shepherd, Strider, died, and Dad's golden, Pippin, took off eating and became quite listless for some time (I was finishing up school, and living with the folks at the time.).
Today, Dad was telling different family members what legacy he was leaving them with in absence of great wealth. He told me mine was "love of dogs." Yep, that's pretty much right. He is in agreement that man and dog's relationships must have something to do with a glimpse of creation perfected.
Lovely pics, MP. I'm a plant idiot, though. Could you tell me what that is in the lower picture?
I remember when we had two cats--sisters. One ran away or was stolen or killed (we never found out). The one who was left, Boots, never got over the loss. Her whole personality changed, and she became quite frightened of everyone but us...and field mice, her favorite thing to chase, corner, and torment.
--sheila, very glad she didn't live in sheep country then--
I think that must be a trait of all dogs. A friend whose house was out in the woods had two Schnauzers who were forever snarfing up rabbit poop. We also had a peek-a-poo who earned the nickname, Litterlips. We had to put up a child safety gate on the utility room door to keep him away from the kitty potty.
All that's neither here nor there. What I started out to say is Glenna and Delphi are both beauties. I am glad they have each other. That should make the loss of Callum easier for them to cope with.
I was wondering (along with Sheila) what flower that was. It's lovely. It looks vaguely like an Australian bush flower, but that's incredibly unlikely. Shame no one hanging around on OCICBW appears to be a flower expert or we could find out.
Ah, yes, fond memories of trying to keep the dog out of the kitty litter. Bad breath indeed! And my husband's old dog loved cow patties--for eating or rolling.
I'm no plant expert, but here's a wild guess on the plants: salad burnet (Sanguisorba minor minor)? No one knows how to do plant keys better than the Brits (botanicalkeys.co.uk).
WV: mocodul--how dull you become when you spend all your time keying out plants instead of being outdoors enjoying them.
Or probably it's Sanguisorba officinalis: great burnet in Britain, grande pimprenelle in France, official burnet in California. Not quite the scarlet pimpernel.
beautiful pics, beautiful dogs.
ReplyDeleteTruly stunning photographs.
ReplyDeleteAnd yet there are people who say that dogs can't communicate with each other???
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I hope your dogs are ok and not grieving too much over Callum. I'm always amazed how it even takes a guinea pig 3 days to get over the loss of one of the gang, it must be really hard for your dogs.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Erika. Like Mrs MP and myself they have been getting used to the idea for some while as Callum took a good year or so to slowly slip away. When it comes to animal bereavement I am always amazed at the intensity of grieving experienced by cows and many breeds of birds (especially when it is their young who have died).
ReplyDeleteLovely pictures. My compliments to Mrs MadPriest.
ReplyDeleteWhat is Delphi saying with her body language in the top photo?
She is saying, "Come on, chase me!," Mimi. It's Delphi's favourite outside game. Glenna likes it as well. But her favourite out side game is looking for food people have dropped, closely followed by eating sheep shit.
ReplyDelete...closely followed by eating sheep shit.
ReplyDeleteYou're fecking with me, surely.
No. I take it you don't live in a sheep farming region.
ReplyDeleteYou're right, Jonathan, and I never knew that sheep shit was considered a tasty morsel by some dogs. My lesson learned for the day.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, it's been lovely chatting with you about sheep shit, Jonathan.
ReplyDeleteTom and I are going out to eat at the Maple Street Café in New Orleans. See you later.
Delphi: "Let's play chase!"
ReplyDeleteGlenna: "Let's look for sheep droppings!"
Delphi: "Cool! Chase me as we look!"
Zooom...
The countryside looks spectacularly gorgeous in these two pics. Britain is so lovely. How blue is that water. And the hills! It's like bloody Narnia.
ReplyDeleteI guess they must have a superior variety of sheep poo up your way as well, Mad Priest? ...
I'm not in a position to say if it is superior. But there's certainly a lot of it up here in the North.
ReplyDeletethere's certainly a lot of it up here in the North
ReplyDeleteNo shortage of it down South either, I'm sure.
Those are wonderful pictures.
ReplyDeleteThe first time I ever encountered animal mourning, was when my first shepherd, Strider, died, and Dad's golden, Pippin, took off eating and became quite listless for some time (I was finishing up school, and living with the folks at the time.).
Today, Dad was telling different family members what legacy he was leaving them with in absence of great wealth. He told me mine was "love of dogs." Yep, that's pretty much right. He is in agreement that man and dog's relationships must have something to do with a glimpse of creation perfected.
Molly the WonderDog was very fond of deer, elk and horse shit in her youth. She seems to have outgrown that.
ReplyDeleteThey never grow out of it. But with age they learn how to do it sneakily so those boring humans don't know.
ReplyDeleteLovely pics, MP. I'm a plant idiot, though. Could you tell me what that is in the lower picture?
ReplyDeleteI remember when we had two cats--sisters. One ran away or was stolen or killed (we never found out). The one who was left, Boots, never got over the loss. Her whole personality changed, and she became quite frightened of everyone but us...and field mice, her favorite thing to chase, corner, and torment.
--sheila, very glad she didn't live in sheep country then--
I think that must be a trait of all dogs. A friend whose house was out in the woods had two Schnauzers who were forever snarfing up rabbit poop. We also had a peek-a-poo who earned the nickname, Litterlips. We had to put up a child safety gate on the utility room door to keep him away from the kitty potty.
ReplyDeleteAll that's neither here nor there. What I started out to say is Glenna and Delphi are both beauties. I am glad they have each other. That should make the loss of Callum easier for them to cope with.
Which twin wears the Toni? [Yank advertising slogan which dates me]
ReplyDeleteSeriously: Delphi is on the left? I don't think I've seen Glenna and Delphi side-by-side before, and I didn't realize they look so much alike (to me).
What Cathy said about the countryside. Gorg'!
I'm afraid I cannot, Sheila.
ReplyDeleteCat shit is the worst. It makes their breath stink and gives most dogs the squits.
ReplyDeleteI was wondering (along with Sheila) what flower that was. It's lovely. It looks vaguely like an Australian bush flower, but that's incredibly unlikely. Shame no one hanging around on OCICBW appears to be a flower expert or we could find out.
ReplyDeleteYour dogs are lovely, but poo eating...
ReplyDeleteMy sister had a dog that ate rocks.
And poo.
Glenna and Delphi are beautiful animals. May you enjoy their company for many more years. Also, great photos.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, fond memories of trying to keep the dog out of the kitty litter. Bad breath indeed! And my husband's old dog loved cow patties--for eating or rolling.
ReplyDeleteI'm no plant expert, but here's a wild guess on the plants: salad burnet (Sanguisorba minor minor)? No one knows how to do plant keys better than the Brits (botanicalkeys.co.uk).
WV: mocodul--how dull you become when you spend all your time keying out plants instead of being outdoors enjoying them.
Yep! Cat shit is the worst.
ReplyDeleteOr probably it's Sanguisorba officinalis: great burnet in Britain, grande pimprenelle in France, official burnet in California. Not quite the scarlet pimpernel.
ReplyDeleteI've just looked up Sanguisorba officinalis and it is a definite match, well done ginny and thank you.
ReplyDeleteAnd you can eat it! I must tell Glenna. It will make a nice side salad to go with the sheep shit.
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