Tuesday, January 20, 2009
EMPEROR BOSCO -BORN TO BE WILD
Here I am now mentioning all non poetography things about family and dogs and stuff that I swore I never would coz I'm not interested when other people do.particularly wit pics o their cat. Anyway it's a hard slog but with perseverence and constant repetition and showing who's boss with a little agression, the dog is slowly getting us trained.We realise now that a tidy house is not a happy one, that mud is glorious, cat faeces a tasty treat and 5am is the ideal time for a bracing walk in the cold dark rain.How silly were we before Emperor Bosco showed us the error of our ways? On the plus side,as the dog is almost permanently attached to a lead straining from my left arm, I am slowly developing a one-handed-not-looking-through-the-viefinder technique of taking photographs which will come in handy should I ever become one-handed and blind. Another bonus is my chronic insomnia seems to have disappeared overnight as I crash into bed hours earlier than ever before out of abject exhaustion while muttering prayers that the morning may never dawn and that i may pass away blisfully in my sleep. The fact that I have also developed several nervous tics that would make Inspector Clouseau's boss look like a calm man, is perhaps a small price to pay.
Ps If anybody out there knows what the world record for high jump by a dog is , please let me know- if it's around the same height as a small Bungalow,I think we may be onto a winner.