Matt,
Kooky is technically trespassing, although if you and your Mum don’t mind, that’s fine! ;-) hehe
Go on – admit it! ;-) You’re jealous of him! ;-) Kooky e-mailed me and said he’d like his steak barbequed next time… ;-) He doesn’t want to ask you because he thinks you resent him a bit… ;-)
Dad commented on how lovely and clean and neat everything is, Matt – how it should be.
My town is quickly becoming a mini London – it’s dreadful. We want to move out, and some of our neighbours are. We do not live near the town – it’s more the countryside here – but our town has changed so much in such an unsustainable way that it’s just not the same. There’s no proper transport infrastructure in place – it’s a old market town being developed with horrible new houses stuck in the middle of the town centre, with all the pollution and health problems that go with it. Every little bit of spare land is gobbled up for new housing in the most absurd places. I used to criticise those who thought the town was being developed in the wrong way, but they were (are!) right.
As for Billy… well, what a lovely boy.
All that fluff!
In his second photo (garage window), he really does look alert, as if to say, “What are you DOING?! Get in here now and greet me! OI! YOU! MATT!” ;-)
The nearest I have is my Labrador Retriever, Lucy.
She’s supposed to be my dog, and she kept me company when I was in relapse in 2001/02. I was lying down, crying a little bit (sorry), and she came up to me and put her paw on my arm, looking straight at me with her worried eyes, and sat there for about 20 minutes with her paw still there. Once I had settled, she remained and then walked back to where she was before – by my feet – and sat upright, watching me, until I fell asleep.
To anyone who thinks dogs do not really feel any love or affection, please think again.
Regards,
Carl
