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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #25 on: April 01, 2017, 02:34:57 PM »


What's in a name? We all have one (or more) however most are mundane, although I have come across several interesting characters.....  such as.....

Ophelia Bottom was overheard talking to her friends, Flo Swiftly and Gay Wrights

 "Of course I tell all my secrets to my husband, he won't tell anyone...........
..............he never listens anyway!"  Thersea Green, a lady with the unbending qualities of an oak, was overheard to say..........
"As long as everything is exactly as I want it, I am totally flexible."

Whereas Drew Peacock informed Percy Verance that he read in the paper, viagra is now available in powder form to put in your tea! It does not enhance your performance but it does stop your biscuit from going soft!
Percy informed Drew, that he used to kiss his wife on the lips, but it's all over now!

(Make of that what you will!)

AS I AGE, I REALIZE THAT:

I talk to myself, because sometimes I need expert advice. Yes I can do that, sometimes I even roll my eyes out loud. Yes there are times when I get angry but I don't need anger management. I need people to stop annoying me. Even so I feel my people skills are just fine. It's my tolerance of idiots that needs work.

The biggest lie I tell myself is "I don't need to write that down, I'll remember it." Have you ever done that? Another thing is when I was a child I thought nap time was punishment. Now it's like a mini vacation. A daily mini vacation. Now I don't tend to dream, at least I don't remember any mini vacation dreams. However my biggest nightmare is the day the world runs out of whisky, now that is just too terrible to think about.
I know that duct tape can't fix stupid, but it can muffle the sound! So take care!
Hey, wouldn't it be great if we could put ourselves in the dryer for ten minutes; come out wrinkle-free and three sizes smaller.
I am getting smarter with 'text speak' when the kids want an advance on their allowance they text me "plz" which is shorter than please. I text back "no" which is shorter than "yes".

Today we have bigger houses, but families that are small
Today we carry mobile phones and have lots of friends on call
We talk about life and freedom, but pay less attention to defence
We have benefited from education, but have less commonsense.
We have accrued more experts, who tells us what to do
But our problems keep on increasing, for me I know that’s true.
We spend our money recklessly, drive our cars too fast
We are living in the good times, but will the good times last?

Our reading skills are waning, all our education is on T.V.
Our work prospects are determined by what is written on our C.V.
We accumulate possessions to show our progress in this life
We donate… occasionally to alleviate world strife
We talk too much, love too little, and often we lie too
We are insincere, sometimes insecure, in the things we try to do
We add years to life but not life to years and waste that which we save
Thereby adding those years to retirement, trying to avoid an early grave.

We build much wider freeways, but become narrower in the mind
We isolate ourselves through e-mails, physical contact becomes a bind
We can reach out into outer space, visit galaxies galore
But can we name our neighbour, who only lives next door?
We write more on our computers, yet learn less about our friends
For the paradox we create and live by, is in truth where reality ends
So in a quiet moment, slow down and try to think
Are you one of life’s lemmings, or can you change whilst on the brink?


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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #26 on: April 02, 2017, 02:53:25 PM »
Where have all life's bloggers gone
Every daughter and mother's son?
Who'll write the stories, who'll dish the dirt
Who'll spill those secrets, who'll feel the hurt
Who'll entertain, Who'll shock, disgust?
I'll do my best in that you trust.
Now that I've whet your appetite
Wake up you 'bloggers' its time to write.

Expectation, now there is something we have all experienced. How was it for you?
I have found the new digital language woven into correspodence and conversation, shall we say, confusing. However I think I have mastered it, due dilligence and a willingness to appear, 'with it' got me out of a tricky situation.

Fathers of today need to read this to keep one step ahead.......


These are the kids of today's world:

Daddy,
I am coming home to get married soon, so get out your check book. I'm in love with a boy who is far away from me. As you know, I am in Australia, and he lives in Scotland. We met on a dating website, became friends on Facebook, had long chats on Whatsapp, He proposed to me on Skype, and now we've had two months of relationship through Viber.

My beloved and favorite Dad, I need your blessing, good wishes, and a really big wedding."

Lots of love and thanks,
Your favorite daughter,
Sue



My Dear Whatisname,

Like Wow! Really? Cool! Whatever.....,
I suggest you two get married on Twitter, have fun on Tango, buy your kids on Amazon, and pay for it all through Paypal. And when you get fed up with this new husband, sell him on eBay.
 
Love,

Your Dad

Ah just cottoned on to why we formulated the word DIET!

...... Did I Eat That.....?    (Sorry, I digressed )

Also.....

Chess says everything there is to say about men and women.....
The King has to take one step at a time. while the Queen can do what ever she wants!
Having a ponder recently I concluded very few things upset my wife, so it makes me feel kinda special to think I am one of them!
She told me alcohol is my worst enemy...... the bible says "Love thy Enemy!"
I find any time I have a 50/50 chance of getting something right, there is a 90% chance I'll get it wrong.

 Shusssh! She is coming back in!
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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #27 on: April 03, 2017, 02:04:31 PM »

 :cio:  Yahooo, she has gone of to the hairdresser..... ah ha! The car has cleared the drive....... one can't be too careful when one is dealing with the curiosity of a woman.
A neighbour was in an automobile accident and after initial assessment and treatment he was allowed to send a text to his wife.......

Husband's Text Message to Wife:

Darling, I got hit by a car outside the office.
Paula brought me to the Hospital.
Doctors presently doing tests and taking X-rays.
Severe blow to my head but not likely to have any lasting effects.
Wound required 19 stitches.
I have three broken ribs, a broken arm and compound fracture in the left leg.
Amputation of the right foot is a distinct possibility.
Love you...
 
Wife's Response:

Who is Paula?

Y'all following mah drift?

This scenario set me off pondering the other day, abstract thoughts, disjointed meanderings, and I came up with.....

If I changed my car horn to gunshot sounds, would people get out of the way much faster.
Have you noticed, gone are the days when girls used to cook like their mothers? Now they drink like their fathers.
Ever wondered about that tingly little feeling you get when you really like someone? That's common sense leaving your body.
I decided to change calling the bathroom the John and renamed it the Jim. I feel so much better saying I went to the Jim this morning.
My reason for the change was I didn't make it to the gym again today. That makes five years in a row.

Last year I joined a support group for procrastinators. We haven't met yet.
I convinced myself I don't have gray hair; I have "wisdom highlights."
At my age "Getting lucky" means walking into a room and remembering what I came in there for.
Sure, sure, of course, as I said before I talk to myself; sometimes I need expert advice.


 :love here:  Don't you?
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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #28 on: April 04, 2017, 01:54:07 PM »
 :coffeetime:  Welcome back.... ah been a waiting fer yuh!

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As an amateur ornithologist I am troubled by the fact that the stork is held responsible for
 circumstances that should be attributed to a lark!
While y'all were away .......... I just heard..... Joe and his wife got divorced....
.....they split the house between them..................Joe got the outside!
I may have mentioned my wife (in passing) on a couple of occasions, however being a little more specific I must report this.....

Whilst in the doctor's surgery I overheard the doctor inform a lady that he always starts his day by PROCAFFINATING!
(That is the tendancy not to start anything until after you have had a cup of coffee.)

I thought of my own start to the day when my wife made me a cup of coffee this morning (a first) and winked at me when she handed me the cup..........

I've never been more scared of a drink in all my life!
You see the Doctor had explained to me that the human body is made up of 90% water,
so in turn ah explained this to my wife. She said, "So, you're not fat, you're just waterlogged!"

Now that is enough to dampen anyone's spirits, so I took myself off to revive those sagging spirits by pondering upon.......insurrection?  (Well you do don't you, and what is better than a tilt at religion...... it is so controversial )

Religion is but a smorgasbord wherein humanity consumes its fill, and has been so for thousands of years and is so still. It is the root of all the evil that has bedevilled the human race, it is a canker with an ever changing face.
Within its many facets runs a story line full of doubt, contradictory, implausible and totally reprehensible throughout.Yet we are drawn to it through the customs of our times, wherein 'holy men' berate us should we not enact their mimes.
Certain procedures and traditions must be observed on certain days, ceremonies and re-enactments to be carried out in certain ways. Woe betide the 'infidel' that does not bow and pray to the East, woe betide the 'sinner' who is seen as a servant of the 'Beast'. Beware of all false prophets who are evil to the core, for they will only lead you into covertousness and war.

Beware of the church and chapel, the mosque and synagogue, because the fire and the brimstone will but leave you in a fog. Brother against brother, clan against clan this has been religion's diatribe since time began.
Love one another with a big stick in your hand, if your plot is barren then take your neighbours land. As it was in the beginning in the end so shall it be, religion is a dying cult soon humanity will break free.

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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #29 on: April 05, 2017, 02:28:43 PM »
Its a blessing when you have good neighbours, I mean real good neighbours. The sort of people that can look up from their chores in the garden and be confident in the fact that they can share information with you.
My neighbour leaned over and whispered conspiritorally, "Have you noticed the older you get the more hazardous it is to sneeze!"

I hadn't, but on reflection, its true!

On the other hand there are some people with whom you need to take care. Read and enjoy the rest of today's blog, pause and reflect upon it as I take you to  ....... meet....

AL ZEIHMERS
 
I don’t know who introduced us, or when it was we met, maybe it was at the Doctor’s, or when I took my puppy to the Vet,but I appear to have found a new ‘friend’ who visits me now and then I think they call him Al Zeihmers, a foreigner ye ken.
 
He has a powerful persona, almost takes ones breath away I oft forget what I am doing or even what I’m going to say. I have suspicions about my new ‘friend’ Al, he’s not all he pretends to be he borrows my thoughts and memories and is reluctant to give them back to me. He takes me out and shows me round his abysmal world of grey I’m not happy when he’s around, I wish he’d go away.
 
He stole my memories one by one
Now I can’t recall all the things I’ve done.
I search the labyrinths of my mind
For the answers I must find
And having completed that exhausting chore
I ask, “Why did I search, what was it for?”


Should you by chance be introduced, to this elusive sprite ignore the introduction, turn down his innocuous invite. Turn your back on his protestations, indulge in active thought.
Preoccupy your mind so that, his attentions amount to nought. An active mind leaves little ground for Al to sow his seed, such energy that the mind creates, destroys this alien weed. As we reach a certain age our recall begins to fade so create memories whilst you’re young, and strong enough to withstand Al’s raid.
 
Where have all the old days gone, into the Cosmos everyone
Al consumed them and now marches on
That’s where my old days all have gone.
Al, has stolen them one by one.


LDB 2016


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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #30 on: April 06, 2017, 02:20:36 PM »
My wife reckons that I have become known as 'the eternal flame' because I never go out!
Now that's not fair, I go to a female dentist just for the novelty of hearing a woman tell me to open my mouth for a change!

I do tend to spend a modicum of time in my garden, that is where I 'overhear' most of the gossip I record here, there was a political canvaser chatting to my next door neighbore?? I over heard....
"What shall we do with people that rely upon government hand outs, but are too lazy to work?"
Neighbore: "Kick them out of Parliament"

Then there was the rumour that Thomas (my neighbore ) went to a dating agency and said he was looking for someone, petite who liked sea food and enjoyed watersports. They fixed him up with a penguin."
Thomas was laying flowers on his wife's grave when he saw a Chinese man laying a plate of rice on a grave close by.
Thomas went over to the Chinese man and asked, jokingly, " Excuse me sir, do you think that the dead will come forward to eat that rice?"

"Yes" replied the Chinese man, "When yours come to smell the flowers!"

One should respect others options, it is one of the biggest virtues a human being can have. People are all different, which is why they act differemtly and think differently.
 Don't judge...... understand.

Emotion is handled by each of us in our own way, in a recent bereavement I was approached by a relative whos eyes were brimming with saline tears seeking solace from what she considered was a pillar of strength in such tragic circumstances. I reached out and comforted her to the best of my ability whilst suffering equally at our loss.

Later...... I pondered thus.....

When the world around me
 Puts on a sombre cloak
 And the sky, it splits with lightening
 And the rain falls fit to soak
 When fortune takes a tumble
 And illness prevents me from my task
 I hear thunder's distant rumble
 Why do you not cry I hear you ask.

 I do cry, believe me
 I cry as do you
 But my tears have long since dried up
 And the heart felt sobs are silent too
 To mask one's deep devotion
 Is a trait learned as a child
 Express not inward emotion
 Nor let your feelings break out, wild

 There are dependants all around you
 That need your guidance not your tears
 That moral courage that you display
 Helps drive away their fears
 Emotion still wells within you
 Heartbreak is yours to bear
 Silently and steadfastly
 For despite your loss, you care.


 L.D.B.
 ABSENT TEARS

 





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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #31 on: April 10, 2017, 03:12:22 PM »
Y'all will have to excuse me for going AWOL, but you see there was a hankering to watch the MASTERS.....(Golf) on TV... and I tried to fight it. my how I tried. But I was weak, oh how I was weak. So weak I stayed up until 1.00am on Monday morning to exorcise that demon. Anyway I had come to the conclusion that the more words one writes the more spelling mistakes one makes.
It appears y'all been a little remiss in your posting on this here forum, Ronald and the Seniors Worldwide Team are appealing for your interest and suggestions in order to inject some life into the proceedings...... otherwise your lack of contribution could be a factor in the forum's demise. Now, y'all don't want that do you?
So dear reader get your thinking cap on and lets hear from you.

Old age is a time when remembering is a thing of the past, so have a walk down memory lane, even if it takes a lot of words to say what you have got on your mind, explore those thoughts. Share what you can, who knows some of those thoughts, projects, hobbies are of interest to others. We need to re-light the fire of discussion, we need to stir the mind into the creativity of poetry, share recipes, travel stories. Who knows some may be political ( there are a lot who are hysterical.....er...no..er... historical) Some may feel it is acceptable to read posts but in their case a trifle undignified to post in case of recognition, or critique. Never stand on your dignity, there is nothing in this world more slippery.
Come on then.... a problem shared is a gift to a gossip.

An Aid Memoir

I am yours forever, exclusively, and only you can set me free,
Deep in your mind is where I abide protected from the world outside.
I come the instant that you call to relive those moments that did enthrall,
That do so now at your command I am that vehicle to that land
Of days gone by, of thoughts, of deeds, the instant recall of your needs.
At times I'm sharp and crystal clear, sometimes I cloud through pain or fear.
I am the guardian of your past, recording all, down to the last
Details of those days gone by, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry.

 
You live the life ordained for you while I assist and see you through.
I'm always at your beck and call, for without me you'd have no life at all.
You absorb your world through sight and touch, it's different with me insomuch
My eye, the window of your soul, has quite a distinct and different goal.
I encapsulate what those senses miss, in order that you may reminisce.
I never discard a non-event, so that you may recall each moment spent,
I record and file and stow away,all that you see, allthat you say.
The trigger mechanism is down to you, you do it right, I'll see you through.

 
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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #32 on: April 11, 2017, 02:36:04 PM »
I moseyed over to see how Ron's plea for more involvement in the forum was progressing, and it appeared to me that there were more reasons why members  were not posting than suggestions for stoking up interest.
We got the Easter coming up so that could give us grounds for religious/political discussions. Yes, religious/political discussions. Such discussions are attached at the hip, and if you disagree, there is a subject for discussion right there.
Commercialisation of holidays, is it a good thing or a bad thing. Who benefits? Local politics, well they are only of interest to a few, however there is a whole world out there where the politics can bring about events that impinge upon you and me.
We have the Summer season upon us, so we have a kaleidoscopic smorgasbord of events, holidays, destinations to contemplate and comment upon. We can recommend, we can warn off, we can pass on anecdotes of past holidays to thrall and entertain, those who circumstance forbids the same opportunities.
There are opportunities to dicuss/share music, videos, photographs. There are games to suit all tastes and puzzles to 'stir' the grey matter,
Most of all you have been given the chance to interact with fellow posters, sit on your hands and we die...... we all die!  So instead of roaming the ether looking for change or interest, create your own style forum, inject some of what you are looking for.....HERE!


How do you spend Easter, will the holiday do you good?
Will you go to any church or chapel, or even pause to pray
Do you remind yourself of His suffering on that eventful day.
Do you hear His strangled cry, when He gave up the Ghost
Do you share the Christian joy of His resurrection by the Host.
Do you listen to that sermon that your priest prepared with care,
Do you feel a certain presence when there wasn't anybody there.
Does His sacrifice for Mankind fall on barren stony ground.
How will you spend this Easter, is your faith still strong, still sound? 

 
I'll spend this Easter in my Temple, built in a place deep in my mind
I'll searched the dark and lonely labyrinths for a peace I cannot find.
I'll call out for the reunion with the soul that was my mate,
I'll listen to the echoes that my anguished cries do create.
I am visited by no one, from this world or the next,
I read, re-read the Bible until I memorised the text.
I'll remain within my Temple, even though in my mind, I journeyed far,
I'll take with me her photograph, my light, my burning star.
I'll 'visit' the family, they all smile and wish me well,
I'll spend this Easter in my Temple, enduring the agonies of Hell.

 
I ask not for your pity, or even comment on my plight,
For now it is a way of life for me, each lonely day and night.
I just asked, "How will you spend your Easter" a question, that is all
Will you spare a thought for Him, will you pray in the church hall,
Will you listen to that sermon,..... it is a political tirade.
Who ordained these politicians, that's how the first mistake was made.
Christ died for us all at Easter, His fate was preordained
By His father, Creator of us all, when our faith in God had waned.
He sacrificed His son for us and we were witnesses to this sight,
So, depending on how you spend your time, have pity on your plight.

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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #33 on: April 11, 2017, 02:41:01 PM »
Just to let you know I have been enjoying your ponderations Daffy  :rose:

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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #34 on: April 12, 2017, 02:43:05 PM »
Thank you dear reader, I must admit....I enjoy them too, you see I never know what i am going to write, I just sit down here, flex my typing finger, (singular) and write. One can't always be smart, interesting will do. It is difficult being a sage, you have to know your onions. I hope our readers don't get lost in the shuffle, or they'll find that they will just shuffle along with the lost.

You know what gets me down?
GRAVITY!

The youth of today..... I feel that there are many who could improve their development if they took themselves off and sat in a dark room. I find that their music is too loud, their speech comes over as a rapid mumble and they are obsessed ( a sort of domination of the mind) by iPhones. The phone is as much a part of them as the clothes they wear and often as indispensable. Whoa! I'll hold my hand up.... not all the youth of today, but a lot!
 I try not to worry, worry is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere.

TV
Now tell the truth it is not as good as it used to be. Yes, we have what I loosely term as 'multiple choice' but it is often a choice that is repeated across the board and repeated to infinity ( and again on Sunday). My latest 'moan' is that the dialogue is often mumbled or drowned out by the LOUD music and the budget must have been too small to afford a lighting director. Pitch black screens encompass African American actors carrying out their roles as stealth raiders at midnight ( accompanied by LOUD music and muffled dialogue). This style of presentation is becoming the norm.

In conclusion I would ask you to ponder thus......
"Is there an after life?"
That is a question we are all dying to find out.
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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #35 on: April 13, 2017, 03:46:08 PM »
Back in the day.... ( I hate it when people start with that) when I was younger and much fitter I accquired two dogs, not all at once, but having gotten used to the first one I reckoned he should have a companion.  I was drawn to a dog that had rather a peculiar name and history......

The Dandie Dinmont Terrier 



As you may know the Dandie’s size and proportions appear rather odd. It is that very fact that makes them so endearing. They are DIFFERENT.

The Dandie Dinmont’s head looks big for his overall size, though it should not be out of proportion. The profuse soft silky hair on the crown accentuates this peculiarity. The jaws are powerful, equipped with formidable teeth that will kill rats with celenity.

The rich, dark, hazel eyes betoken intelligence and dignity. The ears are set low and hang close on the cheeks. The neck is muscular and well developed. The body is long and flexible, with well sprung ribs and round chest, the latter being well let down between the forelegs. The back, rather low at the shoulders, arches over the loins and then makes a gradual drop. The tail is curved like a scimitar. The front legs are short and very strong, being well equipped with bone and muscle. The hind legs are a trifle longer and are place rather wide apart.

The coat, from the scull to the root of the tail, is a mixture of harsh and soft hair, which gives it a ply feeling. That on the under part of the body is light in colour and softer. Colours may be either pepper or mustard; the former ranging from a dark bluish black to a light sliver grey. Mustards vary from a reddish brown to a pale fawn.
 
My first dog Angus was a pepper, aye a fine heilan specimen and an absolute treasure, whos registered name was Moorbarrow Topper. His eventual companion (after two years) was called Ailsa, or Torbrae Moon Magic and she was a fine heilan lassie.  Aye, my original thought was I would become a breeder.....  no dear a breeder not a bleed.....

WRONG!  My mistake was to get a pure breed one has to match up a pepper and a mustard.....Ailsa was also a pepper! So I had two peppers. Yes I could have gone ahead but it would not be recognised by the Kennel Club. So unfortunately for my two little darlings they had to have the snip! OUCH!

Introduction... to.... Angus. D.D.T. 
 
  As I write this poem to him
He sits nestled at my feet
Content to rest in the interim
And in repose, he looks so sweet
But beware of resting Dandies,
Do not disturb this lad, for sure
Not even doggie candies
Would be strong enough a lure.
 
  You see he has had his walk
He has today traversed the glen
He has put to flight the sparrowhawk
As well as a score or more greyhen
He has trailed the scent, espied the fox
And drunk from the mountain streams
He has dicovered the setts of sleeping brocks
But disturbed them not in dreams.
   
  He has crossed the purple heather patch
He has inhaled that sweet clean air
Once onto a scent he's hard to catch
Highland creatures. best beware.
He' a Dandie out o' Cumbria
Audrey Heaton's clan ye ken?
Whilst I hail frae Northumbria
Near old Danie Dinmont's glen.
 
  So it's as ah telt ye
Leave the poor wee dug tae rest
Let his dreams be carefree
And may good breeding stand the test
For Angus is no a 'toon' dug
He's mair at hame wi' heather
A peat fire to keep his wee hoose snug
Irrespective o' the weather.

 
LDB.     (TBC)
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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #36 on: April 14, 2017, 02:31:56 PM »



Here is the man, the very man himself. Now isn't he a fine specimen, the Dandiest of Dinmonts. When I realised that breeding these fine dogs was out of the question I thought well off we go then and pick up all those blue ribbons from the local dog shows.
Well one has to aim high or one will not achieve anything. A thought has just occurred to me.....when my dog sniffs along the fence looking for 'calling cards' from other dogs, is he getting 'wee mails' from the interpet?
Ah, but I digress, 'tis Angus we are talking about and his debut into the world of 'show dog'  This might give you an idea of how we faired......

My Heilan Dug 

  I have a friend called ANGUS
He’s a bonny heilan dog
He walks the moors in all weathers
In rain, in snow, in fog.
He is sort, of on the shortish side
Eleven inches to the shoulder,
A great big heid and a peppery coat
And for courage, there’s nowt bolder.
   
  He runs and barks at birds and beasts
As we trek the heathered hill.
He’s inquisitive, a nosey dog
And rarely standing still.
His busy little hairy legs
Complete wi’ heilan gait,
Cover the ground at amazing speed.
He has nae time to wait.
   
  For this time is HIS prime time
When he’s free to run and roam.
A Dandie Dinmont on the loose,
Though not so far from home.
For Dandies are fond of comfort,
A wee place by the fireside,
Or a chair I’ve just vacated,
Is a place he likes to bide.   
 
  Big soft brown eyes in a face of grey
Watches every move I make
I groom him to perfection,
Only to watch him do the ‘shake’
He rolls around and messes up
All the grooming I have done
If at the SHOW he’d behaved himself
I’m sure WE would have WON. 


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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #37 on: April 15, 2017, 03:23:00 PM »
TARAH!

With a fanfare we welcome the second of my Dandies and you are asked to note her colouring as a pup. This is what fooled me when I thought I would try breeding Dandies.
She soon shed that beautiful coat and became a fully fledged 'PEPPER'



Torbrae Moon Magic (Ailsa) 

  Let me introduce you
To a new pup in the troupe.
Her name, TORBRAE MOON MAGIC
She’ll make the Dandies whoop.
She’s a peppered coated ‘sweetie’
Who has a wiggle to her beam,
She roams the hills with ANGUS
They make a handsome heiland team.
   
  Their friendship, is platonic,
For he is teaching her the ‘knowledge’
A one on one tuition
It’s better than at college.
For you ken ANGUS is a heilan dog
Brought up in heilan ways,
Whilst AILSA, (TORBRAE MOON MAGIC)
Has been a ‘toonie’ most of her days.
   
  Those days they number very few
Reaching six months at the most,
But those lines are there and are filling out
A Champion Dam one day I’ll boast.
She’s not much at the moment
Just a wee pup running free,
Learning from her mentor
Her heilan A.B.C.
   
  ANGUS (MOORBARROW TOPPER)
Takes care of AILSA, tenderly,
He fusses her and cleans her eyes
So that her face remains, stain free.
They share the toys, they romp, they play,
They investigate all new smells.
AILSA (TOREBRAE MOON MAGIC)
Is a name that WILL ring bells. 


Ah! But best laid plans oft gan belly up!
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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #38 on: April 16, 2017, 02:17:43 PM »
...............and so it was with mine. I was never cut out to be a dog breeder, I really had no idea of what it entailed, and believe me it entails a LOT! I learned over the years and I take my hat off to all dog breeders.   :cio:

Now lets get back to Angus and Ailsa.... I found walking them could be problematic. They would stop and start at separate interval, sniff here, sniff there... the leads would either get crossed and tangled or I would almost be hog-tied as they ran round my legs.
But wait, I am 'thinking man' surely I could come up with a solution. Yup! I did.
I got one lead that branched off at the bottom into two leads each with its own harness attachment. Thus when walking those guys were not pulling against me, they were pulling against each other and waiting till one or the other was ready to move on.  BRILLIANT!
Now as you may know one has to ensure ones dogs are protected against diseases, so they like us, need to get their 'shots'  What I'm about to describe is the scenario leading up to those 'shots'

Its Booster Time 

  ANGUS watched the postman
As he trudged up to the door.
Then rushed to check the morning mail
As it cascaded upon the floor.
AILSA joined him in this romp,
This puppy pantomime,
And pounced upon a postcard
Which proclaimed, “It’s Booster Time.” 
 
  “Booster Time” for Dandie Dinmonts
Means a visit to the vet.
ANGUS, he had been before,
AILSA, she was too young as yet.
So the reminder, it was for ANGUS,
Addressed to him, through me.
An invitation to a party,
For it was “Booster Time” you see?
   
  The vet always held a party
So that his ‘patients’ could all meet,
It was usually in his surgery
So that the owners could have a seat.
The ‘patients’ enjoy the ‘tit -bits’
And play with toys in the surgery.
Then it’s into the vet to have their jab,
For it’s “Booster Time” you see? 

Then time for a lie down and a tete- te- tete to explain it all to Ailsa......

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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #39 on: April 17, 2017, 02:36:28 PM »
It was always fun to watch Angus teach Ailsa the tricks I had taught him..... like, sit, high five (not that high, remember they are only wee terriers) stay and heel. She watched and copied, but when it came to feeding time she always sat just ahead of Angus. He didn't seem to mind. He even defered to her at the drinking bowl. Her coat was changing and that 'peppery' colour was now dominant. It was time for her to learn all about the sights and smells of the countryside, and who better to teach her than Angus..

Aromatherapy     

Fragrance fill the airways and adheres to all around. ANGUS loves the mornings
and the fresh smells on the ground. He leads his little protege through the early morning dew and from the misty, purple peaks, they stand and marvel at the view.
   
  For this is the land of ANGUS with its heather and its pines. These are the streams, the very life blood, of those special Highland wines. The smell of fresh cut Scottish peat
does oft times assail the air, ANGUS feels his hot blood rush as once more his nostrils flare.   
  He scents a stag and off he bounds to chase the Monarch o’ the Glen. AILSA, his wee protege, hesitates, but soon is off again. Leaping, striding, bounding, side by side they run. Who’d of thought a lesson in aromatherapy would turn out to be such fun. 


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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #40 on: April 18, 2017, 02:13:16 PM »
So, there you have it, the tale of ANGUS  and AILSA two Dandie Dinmonts that gave me years of happiness and companionship. Alas, time has caught up with them both and they are but photographs in an album now.
There was one thing that terrified them, year after year, and I did what I could to minimise the effect certain events were having.

Pyrotechnics     

Well as you all have no doubt experienced the onslaught of the 'pyrotechnic season' (mid September through until mid January) you will understand my frustration at the indiscriminate use of fireworks. If we can be frightened and intimidated by the new mixture of loutishness and gunpowder.... have a thought as to how our pets feel.......
Here is a view from a pet's perspective........

   
 Pyrotechnics is a word I've grown to hate
As a canine I cannot comprehend
They start around October and go on so very late
That I'm sure they're never going to end.
With hearing as acute as you know my hearing is
An attribute upon which my life depends
I cannot stand explosions or things that go off whizz
And I give thanks when the 'pyrotechnic season' ends.
   
  The seasons has been protracted
There are no longer days of truce
Must these scenes be re-enacted
For in truth there's no excuse
We are the frightened minority
With no voice to call our own
In your pursuit of enjoyment
The practise has grown and grown.
 
 We are never given a moments thought
When you point those rockets to the sky
We are left in fear to tremble
Without understanding why.
With each firework you light
Our fears are born anew
It gives you a moment of delight
But it causes heartache too.   
 
  It causes great distress to all pets
Whom you once did call a friend
My plea this year to you is
Let this PYROTECHNIC practise end.

 
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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #41 on: April 19, 2017, 02:23:17 PM »
In conclusion of my (sometime) poetic anecdotes concerning my Dandies I feel I must draw your attention to the downside of owning a dog. Having received the love and devotion that all dogs show to their owners, having enjoyed their loyalty and companionship, there comes that time when 'parting' is not such sweet sorrow. When, no matter how much you try, you have to take that horrible decision and make tha FINAL journey to the vet.

Goodbye My Beloved Master     

Now each of us as pet owners have a responsibility, not only of seeing to the animals health and welfare but also ensuring in times of incurable illness that our pets don't suffer. There are hard choices to make and heart breaking times ahead of us all. This won't make our decisions any easier but it might just give us an insight to what our pets thinks and feels throughout their time with us. Get a few tissues out and read on.....

It's a note from a dog to his master:


When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.
You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.

Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"
-- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness,how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.

Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love. As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose.

I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.


Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her."

They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities placing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed,

"No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!"           

And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes,and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.

You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.

At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you, that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream ...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.

She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her,and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.

She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured

"How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said, "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.


And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

Goodbye My Beloved Master.


 
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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #42 on: April 20, 2017, 02:54:39 PM »

People can be cruel and thoughtless, they just open their mouth before they put their brain into gear and someone somewhere gets hurt. I overheard a group of teenagers talking about two late arrivals to their group: "Look out, here comes beauty and OBESE!"
Do you think a realist with only 24hrs to live, would call it a day? Now there is something to ponder over!
I have found that middle age for men is like an old tyre, one gets a bulge in the middle....goes bald....and starts losing ones grip.  (Think about it)
On the other hand imagination compensates a man for what he isn't. Whereas a sense of humour consoles him for what he is.
Women are like pianos, some are upright..... others are grand! I've heard it rumoured that Patience .....is a virgin.
Come on, come on, how do you expect me to soar like an eagle when you are acting like turkeys at Christmas, hiding in a swamp of anonimity.

I've been called for a blood test (again) so I got to thinking how long have I been doing this? After a little research I found a diary entry wherein I had written: "Called in for another blood test" Now that entry, obviously not the first call for blood, was dated Friday 29th 1999. They have got more of my blood than I have! That is more than an armful, no wonder there are time when I feal faint. Money is like blood.... useless unless it circulates.
A bit likes these blog entries......... :Heart: :Heart: :Heart: (Keep going you fool)

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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #43 on: April 21, 2017, 03:17:42 PM »



  Howdy there pardner,
  I woke up this morning, had it been earlier I’d still been late, and if I’d of had all of my senses, I’d still been in a hellova state.
Lucky for me I was half a sleep when I put my feet upon the floor, I know I was only half a sleep, it was me that heard me snore.
There was a bell that kept on ringing and I tried to turn it off, that’s when I put my back in with one God Almighty cough.
The bell, it was the front door, a strident, ear piercing thing.
What the devil’s so important for someone to ring and ring and ring?
I finally found my dressing gown and struggled into that, And when I tried to descend the stairs I stood upon the cat.

 :beast:

The bell was ringing, the cat was screeching, I was yelling too as I somersaulted down the stairs, it was like the war cry of the Sioux.
Pictures fell from off the wall and cascaded down the stair, now profanity is not my speciality, but I found the time to swear.
Lying in a crumpled heap upon the debris strewn floor, I screamed at my persistent caller, “Geese a chance to open the door!”
I cleared the debris out of the way and unbolted the front door, I met my caller face to face and said, “Now son, what’s the score?”
“I’ve a postcard sent without a stamp, there’s thirty pence to pay.”
I took the card and read it and realised to my dismay, the bloody thing was not for me, it was for the house next door, I looked the postie straight in the eye, and then I really swore.

 :3zt:

He stood there with his jaw agape, the postcard in his hand. Whilst I berated every postman that ever walked this land. A few people started to gather round, it soon became a crowd, some just stood there sniggering, whilst others laughed out loud.
I was warming to my audience, really getting in the mood, and like a thunder flash it hit me, I had been sleeping in the nude.
The fall had broken the tie cord that kept closed my dressing gown, have you ever tried to be irate when exposing parts the sun can’t brown?
I snatched that fateful postcard, to sort of cover my retreat. While two policemen appeared from nowhere to move the crowd along the street. The postman backed by the boys in blue was going to have his say.

He yelled at me through the letter box, “There’s still thirty pence to pay!”
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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #44 on: April 22, 2017, 03:11:42 PM »

Now, ponder upon this, let your imagination paint a picture with these words....


Her First Encounter

The scene, please, you imagine, make it as simple as can be.
The place, where you prefer it, the players, he and she.
Position, she was reclining, staring at the ceiling up above.
Music, it was piped, the theme was harmony and love.
She whispered, "Will it hurt much?"
"Of course it won't," said he "It's a very simple process,
Relax, rely on me."  She said, "I'm rather frightened,
I've never done this sort of thing before,
I've been assured there's nothing like it, when it's over, will I be sore?"

He started to convince her that it wouldn't hurt a bit,
She finally consented and then wholly did submit.
Three, four minutes passed by and neither spoke a word
It was she that broke the silence, her voice was rather blurred.
"It is getting rather painful" the tears were in her eyes.
"It is hurting quite a bit now, it must be quite a size."

"Now calm yourself, my dear," he said, his face betrayed a grin.
"Relax and let it open, and then I can get right in."
He adjusted his position and approached her from behind,
Probing, easing gently, the right spot for to find.
His grip on her tightened, He blocked the ceiling from her view,
all that she could think of was, his eyes are azure blue.

"It's coming now," he said to her
"I know," she thought with bliss
"It is quite a funny feeling when you're, lying back like this."
A spasmodic jerk then shook her she gave a sudden shout
The experience was over,  thank the Lord it's out.
Having obliged the sweet young lady, she was reminded of his fee
As would any Dentist unless your Dentist's free.


Time to see your Dentist yet?     :lmaf: :lmaf: :lmaf:
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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #45 on: April 23, 2017, 02:21:41 PM »
Are you stressed? Then ponder thus.....

Every day we are faced with challenges and before we know it STRESS creeps in. It can affect us in many ways and even prevent us from doing our everyday chores.

Now what I want you to do is pour a cup of coffee/tea/ or a beer and just hold it in your hand. There now that is not too difficult is it?
You can hold it there for a couple of minutes, no problem. you could hold it out there for say an hour, but now you are beginning to feel the strain and your arm aches. If you were able to hold it out for say, eight hours...... yes your whole body would be wracked with pain and your brain would hardly be able to function. 
Why is this? The coffe/tea/ beer did not get any heavier it is just that you held onto it far too long...... as you do when you are stressed..... solution?

PUT DOWN THE CUP!

Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
It is no good getting the needle if you have lost the thread. If your cup runneth over, give someone who is less fortunate, a saucerful.

While we are talking about crockery I would ask you this......
If men climb mountains because they are there, then why don't they do the dishes?
Do bloggers suffer from irritable vowel syndrome?
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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #46 on: April 24, 2017, 03:05:45 PM »
 :beast: DUH!

They saw me coming......

Goldarnit! There are some seriously bad people out there. Their day is made up of schemes to rip off people so that they can profit. Now let me tell you of my encounter.
I have had for a good number of years an ornate gold watch and chain (Albert) which had been keeping perfect time. ( actually it is only gold coloured as is the chain,) but it is finely etched with floral scrolls, has spring loaded back and front covering panels and a good clean face with Roman numerals on the surrounds. It is not battery operated, nope, it has a reliable wind up mechanism.
Y'all get the picture? A typical heirloom handed down from one generation to the next. Except I bought this whilst on a cruiseship about fifteen years ago. Well,  this hand me down routine has to start somewhere.
But I digress......

The watch had served me well dispite having spent several years hidden away in my wife's jewelry box. It only came back to light a few weeks ago. I decided to wear it once again, and for a week or two all went well. Then ..... my watch died!  Why?   :shrug: Perhaps it needs a service, after all it has been out of commission for some time ( some time... pardon the pun)
No problem... so it was promptly dispatch to a watchmaker, a 'reputable' watchmaker. The watch was graciously handled and inspected with due diligence and the resulting report was.... the watch could be brought back to full working order although it would take possibily one to two weeks....... and would cost in the region of £100.

THEY SAW ME COMING.....

Now I know I am getting on a bit, but in my youth £100 was not far off a years wages.
That's right.... a years wages. So now perhaps you can understand the shock, the terrible shock I experienced at hearing how much they wanted to charge me. Yes, yes I know times have moved on and prices have risen, but I just wanted my watch to work?
Being in shock I nevertheless  thanked them for their trouble, but said, "Thanks, but no thanks!" Looking at that beautiful watch I thought, "Well, its back in the jewelry box for you!"
I took one long last lingering look (that takes a bit of saying) and..... wait! The watch was ticking.... I checked the time.... it was spot on...
All that jiggery -pokery and probing whilst examining my watch was a kin to defibriilation(?) My watch was ticking....it was alive again, and has been for a fortnight now!

THEY SAW ME GOING

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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #47 on: Yesterday at 02:24:32 PM »
There are songs that one hears that leave a lasting impression and today I am going to direct you to a song that I am sure you have heard on many occasions without knowing how it originated.

The story behind 'Amazing Grace'

Piano Black Keys--Something You Might Not Know " Amazing Grace"

 At Carnegie Hall, gospel singer Wintley Phipps delivers perhaps the most powerful rendition of Amazing Grace ever recorded. He says, "A lot of people don't realize that just about all Negro spirituals are written on the black notes of the piano. Probably the most famous on this slave scale was written by John Newton, who used to be the captain of a slave ship, and many believe he heard this melody that sounds very much like a West African sorrow chant.
 And it has a haunting, haunting plaintive quality to it that reaches past your arrogance, past your pride, and it speaks to that part of you that's in bondage. And we feel it. We feel it. It's just one of the most amazing melodies in all of human history." After sharing the noteworthy history of the song, Mr. Phipps delivers a stirring performance that brings the audience to its feet!


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Re: Ponderation
« Reply #48 on: Today at 02:44:51 PM »
Now wasn't that an emotional piece?  Did you feel the anguish, the pain, the pathos in that tune, those words? A good writer can transport you with a good descriptive passage by firing up your imagination. Yet that ability is within us all to a certain degree we have but to let our imagination have free rein.

There is poetry in each one of us maybe not the written word
But in the rhythm that flows through our being in a song that's not always heard
Not all of us are 'published' poets but we have that rhythm in our soul
If we would but shed our fears we could easily reach that goal.
Poetry is in its self a therapy that frees restraints of the mind
It is boundless in its vastness a bounty to mankind
Poetry is an inner echo of what your psyche would love to do
So do not doubt your 'poet's heart' let your visions come shining through.

As is my wont I digress at will......

I read, by law you have to turn your lights on when its raining in Sweden, how the devil  am I supposed to know if its raining in Sweden!
I saw a guy who was breathing hard and looking exhausted, I approached him to offer assistance, he just looked up and said, " I wasn't planning going for a run today..... but those cops came out of nowhere!"

My favourite, "Soup of the day"  ........ "Tequila!"

Well I'm off now for a glass of 'soup'.

Never trust a man who doesn't have a sense of humour and be wary of a woman who does.

People see things from a different angle only when they are so inclined.

 


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