Not a pedigree, but - Bless him - He thinks he is...
He spends most of the day chasing his own tail and licking hisself.
He's very proud of his new kennel...
Well, that's his affair. Each to their own, but I'm stuck for a name...
He's undersized and a bit of a scamp and I'd like to give him a nice Tradly name...
Something Tweedy and a bit Scottish...
Something short..
Any thoughts?
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)
Off to take Harris for a walk -
(He whines if I don't give him enough attention!)
Be back soon.
M.
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.
Congratulations. Please make sure to wash your dog. You wouldnt want him to get stinky.
Cheers,
Trip
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...
I was thinking Busby, you could call him Buzz
or Cheviot, you could call him Chevy.
Please post photos.
Thanks for your continuing interest Trip -
I found out this afternoon that he's called Billy & wears a little tartan collar - Cute!
This is even cuter though - Harris has started copying his arthritic mannerisms -
he has to be the oldest pup in the park!
Bless him.
Funny old place the park... It has to have more rules and regulations than any other park I've ever been in... Yet there seems to be this really smelly tramp living right smack in the middle of it.
Odd.
I asked a fellow dog owner & he said that he was a friend of the park-keeper and he was allowed to.
Well, whatever.
'Mr. Shirtz', the tramp's name seems to be, and God does he smell!
All day long he's swearing and shouting and chattering on - Mad as a hatter!
... But Harris loves him!
M.
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.
Just back from the park again & I have finally met the Park-Keeper!
He's a chubby chap called Sandy.
I was just looking at a display of pictures from the local Primary School up on the notice board depicting Noah and the flood when he walked up & introduced himself.
'What you lookin' at then?' He enquired.
'Well, they're drawings and paintings by the school kids, aren't they?' I offered.
'I knows that', he replied, 'but what's all them boats?'
'Well..', I said, 'They're Arks, Sandy'.
'You're banned!' He cried -
And with that he suddenly ran off in the direction of Mr. Shirtz.
Funny place, this park...
There must be other places to go, surely?
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
Lovely afternoon spent with Harris' sister Paris.
I've never seen a dog chew gum before...
I told the man I'd let him know.
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)
Ever been in a public park in the dead of night?
Sandy's place was filled with strange men strolling around saying their name was Belinda or somesuch (my hearing could be better...).
Naturally I fled...
... Which I must say leaves me with a pair of cursed pom-poms and the problem of still being haunted by Harris.
Tomorrow I shall try Voodoo.
Miles.
Horrid thought:
Remember the story of 'The Monkey's Paw'?
I'm really not happy about having Harris's pom-poms in the house...
Why do people sneer at Voodoo?
The dancing is fantastic.
M.