The other night, about 6.30pm the rain had eased and the Ballerina and I set out for a walk with our dog. Matilda is an old dog now, 16 years of age with all manner of ailments. But she still loves her walk, getting excited when she sees the leash. She goes in a wonky circle and wags her tail. She can't walk too far these days but she is always keen to go.
So we set off. Along the way we came across a child's wagon at some ones's front fence with some lemons in it. A sign declared "Free lemons. Please take" So I dutifully obliged, putting some in the pockets of my coat. We continued on our way, chatting as we went. The lemons felt pleasantly heavy in my pockets.
A bit further on we came to a corner and a road to cross. We had just got across the road when out of the corner of my eye I spotted a giant dog charging across the road, towards us. I swung around pulling Matilda away from the road just as the dog descended upon us. It all happened so fast. I screamed as the dog jumped onto Matilda's back, forcing her onto the ground. Two cars stopped, obviously aware of the potential for a diastrous situation. The dog, a German Shepherd took off. I heard someone calling it from up the street. Thankfully, Matilda was unhurt, but clearly shocked and unable to get up at first. The driver of the car closest to us, came running over. He said he saw what appeared like a lion running across the road. A bit of discussion and checking that we were OK followed. Then he revealed "I know this dog. I've seen it from my place. You are my neighbour" What a surprise. I had no idea who had moved into the new place at the back of us. In fact I only know a few neighbours to wave to, and even fewer to have a chat to. And only one to call on if I need any help. Such a difference from the neighbourhood of my childhood. A street where everyone knew everyone. A street where you had a multutude of playmates. A street where you could 'borrow' a cup of sugar. Although times have changed, it is nice to know that people do still care about their neighbours.
I have been a bit busy of late, actually making things. A little doll for a baby soon to be born in Japan
This cage is now vacant and lonely, if anyone is interested (Melbourne area) - shoot me an email!
Afternoon Tea
couldn't resist buying these for my kinder assistant, Jenny
Some of the plants in my native garden are looking a little worse for wear
Caught in the act!
The guilty culprits
What a little cutie, What a busy day (therefore here's one I prepared earlier)
Poor Flash is no longer with us. He has been deteriorating over the last few months, getting really small and losing his fur. I have just found him under a pile of wood, the place where all the piggies seem to go to die. It was only a matter of time. He was such a dear little guinea pig, the father of three sons and always up for a cuddle. he is survived by one son, who is quite distressed.
Well he is still with us! It appears that the other three piggies have been picking on him. Not to mention that naughty Chai bunny has been chasing him. He has moved back into the palace, but won't come out of his little wooden box that C made for him at school in tooltime! He has also sprouted some new grey hairs, but is as cute as ever, and oh so loved! Thanks for your kind thoughts and best wishes xxx
Flash, our longest standing guinea pig, and the friendliest (least neurotic) one has been unwell today. Here is after having a lovely cool bath. He appeared to be having trouble walking, and one eye was very weepy. He wouldn't come into the guinea pig palace at night time, but had been eating fine. We'll have to see what tomorrow brings....
Tonight I was out walking the dog when her legs gave way and she collasped onto the footpath. Had to call hubby to come and get us in the
