SMALL, FURRY, AND FIERCE

Divot was a Norwich Terrier, the smallest of the working terriers. Eleven inches at the shoulder, she never even considered the possibility that she might not be the toughest dog on the block.

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2005

Her biggest problem in her long life, was that people didn’t take her seriously. She would bark ferociously at the UPS and FedEx guys, but rather than quaking with fear, they would smile at her and dig a biscuit out of a pocket.

Finally, we had a private conversation with the UPS guy who was obviously a dog-lover.

“Please,” I asked him, “Act scared when she barks. She wants to be fierce. It’s not her fault that she’s small, furry, and cute.”

And so, from thence forward, he would quake with fear when Divot barked. In return, she would lick him ferociously.

Divot was fierce. Absolutely terrifying. Just ask the UPS guy.

FIERCE | THE DAILY POST

CEE’S PHOTO CHALLENGE – BLACK AND WHITE ANIMALS

CEE’S BLACK & WHITE PHOTO CHALLENGE: ANIMALS

The Great Blue Heron is basically a black-and-white bird, making him something of an ideal subject for monochrome studies. The only problem I encountered was making him “pop” out of the background.

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I also got into making it look a bit like an old-fashioned wildlife study. Not sure how well I succeeded, but here’s my Blue Heron, in living black-and-white.

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Next, we have Bishop. He is not sleeping. He is faking it, hoping that I will go away and take my camera with me.

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Nan is next. She enjoys photographic attention more than any other of our dogs. She is the only one who will sit for her portrait without trying to run for the hills.

Nan in BW monochrome

Thank you Cee, for being the ever-perfect hostess.

SERENDIPITOUS PHOTO STORY PROMPT – WEDNESDAY, 2015 #3

SERENDIPITOUS PHOTO STORY PROMPT –
WEDNESDAY – 2015 #3 – A  Story of Nan

I’ve decided to do this once weekly. I will endeavor to put it out every Wednesday. Because Wednesday is the middle of the week. I have no better reason, but anyone who can give me one, I’ll use it.

I’m not quite sure why I decided to do this prompt. I’m sure it started with the Daily Prompt — which is limp, unimaginative, and sometimes slightly offensive.

Maybe I was lulled into thinking it was easy by how many other bloggers manage one or more challenges, yet apparently retain active lives away from the computer. I’m sure, after all my blathering about how feeble WordPress’s editors are, I needed to prove myself less feeble.

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I am not convinced I am achieving that goal, but I am trying. However ineptly. My effort for this week follows.

Please try to add your own links. If you aren’t sure, put your link in a comment and I will add it manually at the first opportunity. Don’t get too bent out of shape if it takes me a few hours. I am not always at the computer. It may seem I am. but actually, I’m away for whole days sometimes. I know you don’t believe me.


 A TALE OF NAN:  OLD DOG, OLD BLOGGER

I remind me of my little dog Nan. She is 15 and deaf. Going blind. She isn’t always sure who we are, or for that matter, who she is.

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Which is why sometimes, in the middles of attempting to go down the stairs, she decides she can fly and leaps into the air. It’s super dog … splat. I try to grab her and not let her go down on her own. Every time she splats, my guilt level goes off the charts.

That’s analogous to how I decided to create a prompt/challenge. I thought I was super blogger.

Splat.

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A few days ago, we had Bonnie and Nan groomed. They smell good, feel good … and it won’t last. I wanted to get a few pictures, but as usual, it went badly.

The moment I pull out a camera, they charge forward. I drafted Garry to hang on to them … then he had the brilliant idea of tempting them with biscuits. These are the results.


I like telling stories linked to pictures. To help the process along, every Wednesday or until I throw in the towel, I’ll publish a picture and write something about it. Some days, it may be long, others day, just a couple of sentences. You can use any of my pictures — or one of your own — as the prompt. If you find the subject interesting, by all means, extrapolate.

Please link it back to this post (ping back) so other people can find it.

What do I mean by “story” and “pictures”?

Story. Words. Poetry, prose, fact, or fiction. A couple of lines, a fanciful tale.

Pictures. Video if that’s your thing. Scanned pictures from your scrap-book. Weird pictures from the internet. Cartoons. Pictures of your family vacation and how the bear stole your food. Any picture you ever took and would like to talk about

What to write about?

Your trip to Paris. You flight from Irkutsk. You favorite dog, cat, ferret, cockatoo. The weird boyfriend you had in high school. The last book you read, the next book you plan to read, why you don’t read books (but you write them)(don’t write them)(would like to write them).

Television shows, movie stars, classic film, history, language. Fiction, non-fiction. Everything, anything as long as you include a picture and some text.

SIMPLE

It sounds simple because it is simple. Every picture has a story or ought to. There are no rules. You are free to follow my lead, ignore me, follow someone else’s idea. Any picture plus some text will do it. Short or long, truth or fiction. Prose or poetry.

One final thing: If you want to get notices of these posts, you’ll have to subscribe to Serendipity. I’ll try to title relevant posts so you can easily recognize them.

IF THAT MOCKINGBIRD DON’T SING

When we lived in Boston, a mockingbird used to sit on the rail of our stoop and shout imprecations at the two dogs and the cat, Big Guy. It made them crazy. They wanted that bird so bad.

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One fateful day, I was walking the dogs. Mockingbird was perched on the wire over our head, yelling at us. Then he flew down to the garden, perhaps to refuel with a seed or two. Divot, the Norwich Terrier, lunged into the garden (it was one of those stretchy leads). There was a flutter, another flutter, a chomp, chomp.

Divot emerged from the garden, the mockingbird in her smiling jaws. She passed the bird to her partner, Pagan, the big hairy hound (PBGV or Petit Basset Griffon Vendeen) as if they had been practicing for years.

Together, like the thoroughbreds they were, they trotted homeward where Big Guy was clinging to the screen door, apparently aware of all the events that had transpired. Meanwhile, I was trying to wrench the bird from Pagan’s jaws before we went into the house where Big Guy was waiting to get his jaws around the prize.

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Here ye oh Mockingbirds! This is a cautionary tale for mouthy birds. Don’t taunt the dogs. Or the cats. They may be smarter than you think.

CEE’S SHARE YOUR WORLD, WEEK 7

Share Your World – 2015 Week #7

Somehow, this prompt slipped by me. I don’t know how that happened, but I don’t think I got the usual email notification. When Draliman’s showed up, I realized I needed to get on the ball and respond! Can’t miss one of these!

Is the paper money in your possession right now organized sequentially according to denomination and with the bills right side up and facing the same way?

I don’t have any paper money in my wallet or anywhere else right now. It isn’t so rare that I just don’t have any folding money. I rarely need it, so I don’t think about it.

What is your favorite type of dog?  (can be anything from a specific breed, a stuffed animal or character in a movie)

Bonnie

Bonnie

I like small to medium-sized terriers, and that’s probably why I always seem to have a couple of them. A Scottie and a Norwich. Bonnie and Nan.

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Other dogs too, but they are definitely our favorites. And they know it. They score very high on the quirky, funny, smart doggy scale!

Nan

Nan

If money was not an issue, would you go on a cruise?  If so where would you go?

I would love another cruise. We’ve been on two, to the eastern and western Caribbean. It has been about 10 years. I’d love to do the Alaskan cruise … or if money is really no object, a transatlantic cruise … in warm weather.

Would you dare to sleep in haunted house overnight?

I owned a haunted house. They haunted. We slept anyway. They weren’t hostile and neither were we.