So, we ran into a problem today. Seren wanted a word, as she usually does, to describe the morning. We've had Mibble and oggy, and today needed to be called Grey, because that is what it was. Grey. no sun punctured the uniform monochrome. No sparkling palettes of pastel shades tinted the heavens. Grey.

We discussed this as we headed out. There was a ( Read more... )

I'd taken shelter in an old water tank, some 30 metres above the ground. This should allow me to steer clear of the acidic fumes that nightly flowed from the ship and caused people to choke and flee. I was tired, God knows. I'd hidden and run, run and hidden from the Night Hunters for months. Nobody knew what they were, where they had come from, ( Read more... )

It was a morning for contemplation and consideration as we left Casa Hunter this morning. I contemplated the marked chiaroscuro of the landscape just pre-sunrise as Seren snoofled at the footpath, inhaling a thousand spilled Happy Meals, their material long gone but their spirit and greasy stains lingering still.

I contemplated the bite in the ( Read more... )

It was an entirely different morning this morning. Rain hose

"I 'splain"

ed down as we le

"I 'SPLAIN!"

ft the...what?

"I can do the 'splain! I can!"

Oh...well, if that's all right with you people?

Rainin' an' wet an' lots of smells an' moving house an' good girl bikkits an' buzzyhole an' really wet an' OUTSIDE an' smells an' noms an' BAD GIRL SEREN DROP ( Read more... )

Really surprised at some people...forgot to mention that I was stopped whilst walking Seren yesterday by a young lady who wanted to say Hello to Seren. As always I explained that Seren is a Puppy-Who-Is-Five-Months and would likely jump up because she loves people, and she has sharp puppy claws ( Read more... )

Due to the time-travel nature of British Summertime it was Dark o'clock when we left the somewhat...careworn...Casa Hunter at 5:45 this morning. It was a warm but damp day, the grass bejewelled with the fallout of the Sudden Weather we had last night.

Seren was entranced by the binbags that became, as she put it with a bit of training, "Re'vent to ( Read more... )

You know me, I'm not one to jump to conclusions. In fact, being Aspie I tend not to notice the obvious from hints and clues. So, I need your help.

When I went to work this morning this hallway was clear and clean. Spotless. Unmarked.

Now look at it!


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Seren has made a friend of Pippa, and dyed herself yellow. The two events may be related. She has also had a Kong stuffed with Rabbit, heart and sweet potato

" Abbit an' sweepotay!"

Which she li...sweepotay? Really? Okay... Sweepotay. Which she liked to the very last bit.

There seems to be a tiny Time Out where puppies are not tearing up the ( Read more... )

The morning was grey, but it had a big smile in it, a promise of something better to come.

Seren and I set off in our usual chaotic manner. When you are Serren-The-Five-Month-Old-Puppy-of-Little-Life-Experience then everything is new, everything has to be investigated, explored...sniffed...

All was going well, until she sat at a kerb. After the ( Read more... )

As we walked in the long grass Seren and I discussed the morning, and worked on a descriptor acceptable to both of us (I actually DO talk to Seren, as I did Willow...this is either a sign of affection or mental health issues...and I know where my money is going...)

It was damp and misty. Seren decided that today was an oggy day. Foggy and soggy ( Read more... )