Oh no! This is a long hard labour for our youngest daughter. All the Furlongs are connected via text, Skype and phone. We are really pulling together in our love for each other. Continue reading
What a fun post about our doggie friends. They come in all shapes and sizes – sometimes even loving us only for the FOOD we share with them. That’s dogs for you!
Charlotte. The Fat, Pig Pug. Poor little soul. Rescued at the age of seven, and then almost immediately went blind and demented. But I would have had her anyway, even if I had known, because there is absolutely nothing about her to dislike.
Fortunately, she is not of my heart, but I doubt that I am of hers either. Just a food provider. So there will be no crying or wailing when the inevitable day arrives.
She has completely forgotten that the lavatory is in the garden, but I can’t get upset about a very old mat. And picking up shit off a mat is easier than picking it up off the grass.
However, she has no problem whatsoever in remembering that it is Breakfast or Dinner Time, and exactly where her food bowl is.
She is company of a kind, and gets me out of bed in the morning…
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The new human grandchild arriving to the Furlong family, is on its way. When new humans arrive on planet earth it is generally quite stressful. We are planning on being stressed. This is the seventh time for us. But now OUR baby is having a baby.
My sister is a Homeopath. All the Furlong family use Homeopathy now and again. A fall? Take Arnica. A panic? Take rescue remedy. A mouth ulcer? Take Mercurius. But we all know – Homeopathy doesn’t work, don’t we? They are just sugar pills with absolutely zero effect – except possibly placebo. Continue reading
In 2008, we had to put our dog to sleep. She was a West Highland White. But she had been badly bred. West Highlands often have skin disorders and we struggled with Grace (our Westie) for many years. Continue reading
I think we had a dog when I was a very little girl, but later we only had cats. I only ever had cats. The roll call of my deceased cats would be very long. Continue reading
Damn! I wanted to look nice tomorrow but I’m not going to. Continue reading