When did I post this?

2 hours ago?

... And you wouldn't believe the PMs I've had -

So it's between 'Lewis' & 'Harris'...

I like both.

'Lewis' makes me think of Inspecter Morse's sidekick.

'Harris' is a name with almost no associations for me...
There was 'Wee Willy Harris' back in the '50's, but nothing of note since.

It IS cockney rhyming slang for the arse/ass/anus ("Shift yer harris, mate!"), but outside London who is aware of that?

It's a nice homespun, tweedy, simple, humble name too...
Evoking all sorts of rough-textured, honest qualities.

I think I like it.

So my little pup will be known as Harris from now on.

Be happy for me -

I've found a friend.

Miles.

Last edited by Miles Away (2006-09-05 11:29:44)

Just a quick one before walkies -

Help!

> Lead & collar from Andover, natch.

> Bed from LL Bean (ditto).

> But what about Orvis' new dog range?

I want Harris to be comfortable , but... (how can I put this?)... he isn't worth spending too much money on...

It's wrong of me, I know, but when you have  a mutt like Harris to take care of you have to be realistic.

Thank you Trip -  Bath time is next. Harris rolled in mess on his way to the post box.

I can't help loving him though...

Please post photos.

Oh - And thanks for the boot recommendations Trip -
I like the Bean Gumshoe myself, but I'm looking at Redwings for the muddy weather to come I think.

'Squire Style' is a bit lost on me - Could you expand?
Living full-time in the country now myself, it is hard to throw a stone around here without hitting a Squire.
But they are not what they were...
Vulgar, pushy little chaps, you know?

Thankfully I'm no Squire myself.

Nothing nicer than being a private individual & enjoying private life...

Must dash - I think Harris wants yet another pee (no more beer in a saucer for him at lunch time!)

M.

Oh dear Miles, you do seem to get yourself banned all over the place.  Perhaps some introspection is in order.

I can't bear it.

Harris has been hit by an old Ford station wagon.

Poor little bastard never stood a chance.

Worst of all somebody said 'Is that your cat?' just as it happened...

I know that drink is not the answer , but this does seem like a good excuse -

Cheers!

Thank you David - A good idea.

I think Harris had a sister called Paris...

I'll let you know how I get on

My condolences on your pet, Miles.

Such a hectic morning on the telephone to all the exorcists in Gloucestershire -

The problem is that I don't REALLY know what religion Harris was/is. So much of his background was made up in a bid to convince me to buy him.

Buyer Beware!

I know now why he's back from the grave tho'...
Remember how I saved his tail after the accident to have made into pom-poms to decorate an old pair of Weejuns of mine?

Well I'll swear he's back for his pom-poms.

The boy can never rest as long as I still own them.

I shall visit his unquiet grave in Sandy's Park tonight to try to bring him peace.
I only pray that Mr. Shirtz doesn't spot me and sound the alarm...

Some say Sandy built his park on the site of an old Indian burial mound...

Who'd be me?

M.

Last edited by Miles Away (2006-09-17 06:02:51)

Horrid thought:

Remember the story of 'The Monkey's Paw'?

I'm really not happy about having Harris's pom-poms in the house...