Posts Tagged ‘fur’

Cosy nights

March 25, 2013 2 comments

Before I get into bed, I always check on Galileo, who sleeps on the carpet on Clive’s side next to Joules.

It’s not that I expect him to be anything other than supremely comfortable.

It’s just that some of his poses are so cute.

Here he’s made himself the perfect little nest in his blanket and is curled up as tight as a snail.

Galileo curled up in his blanket

Galileo curled up in his blanket

Here he’s on his back, squirming with pleasure at the warmth of Joules’ fur, while Joules himself is out for the count!

Galileo wriggling beside Joules

Galileo on his back beside Joules


Soft breeze

March 6, 2013 3 comments
Galileo with windblown fur

Galileo with windblown fur

Today has been mild, with gentle rain, loud birdsong and a real smell of spring in the air.

I’m relieved to have ‘finished’ (as best I’m able) the pruning of the fruit trees – next the roses!

This photo, dating from a few days ago when it was dry, is one of my favourites of Galileo.

A soft breeze has caught his fur as he explores.

He looks as if he’s just been blown dry, like an Afghan at Crufts!

Hot spot

March 5, 2013 3 comments
Joules, showing the location of the hot spot

Joules, showing the hot spot

Thursday afternoon, as soon as we got back from the vet’s regarding Galileo’s vaccine, we noticed Joules biting and licking his hindquarters obsessively.

We clipped away some fur and found a huge crusty sore.

Here we go again! No sooner finished with one dog and another plays up!

This morning we went to the vet’s again.

Apparently it is ‘pyotraumatic dermatitis’, commonly called a ‘hot spot’.

The vet suggested it might have been caused by a thorn piercing the skin and bacteria then being spread by Joules’ itching.

I looked up the complaint on the internet and found also that cheaper dog food can contain corn or soy which is not meant to be digested by dogs and may cause allergies.

Joules by the sack he won't be finishing

Joules by the sack he won’t be finishing

Very recently I bought a ‘complete’ dry dog food (not especially cheap normally) that was pointed out in our usual store as being on offer.

Taylor wouldn’t eat it (and Galileo is of course on puppy food) so the willing Joules has been having it. It is 48% maize!

I immediately withdrew it from circulation.

Now Joules needs antibiotic pills and antibiotic ointment twice a day for 10 days, not to mention the inconvenience to everyone of the Elizabethan collar.

And then what??

Hopping mad?

December 7, 2012 Leave a comment
Trainer and other shoe retrieved by Kepler

Two odd shoes

It wouldn’t do any harm if our neighbours were actually hopping mad with Kepler for stealing two more odd shoes.

As far as I know, from what the neighbours themselves say and from the smell of woodsmoke on Kepler’s fur, he spends all day on their sofa in front of a roaring log fire.

When I phoned to report the arrival of the shoes our end, I was greeted with a roar of laughter. It does however seem that the trainer (which looks almost new) might have some value because apparently it will be collected from us at some point.

No, they’re definitely not hopping mad. But whoever it is in their household who wears size 36 shoes and leaves them lying about – they’ll be hopping, for sure!

The Italian woman’s burden

September 28, 2012 10 comments

Angela’s been telling me about a ritual practised by Italian women. It’s called the ‘Cambio di Stagione’ which means ‘Change of Season’ and it basically consists of moving over from the summer wardrobe to the winter wardrobe or vice versa.

To a British woman who might wear tracksuit bottoms equally on a summer’s evening and a winter’s day, and who often builds up warmth in layers, this seems unduly rigid.

Fur coat I’ve inherited but never worn

And it is rigid. Colourful summer clothes have to be washed, ironed and packed away, possibly into suitcases if there isn’t enough wardrobe space, and dark winter clothes brought out. It usually takes place over a single hectic weekend.

It’s not only the clothes, but also shoes, boots, belts, scarves, jewellery – all accessorised and matched so that they belong with either one season or the other.

There’s even a set day – Saint Lucy’s Day, 13th December – after which furs can be worn.

It makes me think of the adage of whether one eats to live, or lives to eat. For the most part I wear clothes in order to be warm, decent and a little bit colourful and not much else!