Vintage Blog
In our local nature preserve stands this ancient willow. It’s one of my favorite trees. There is something magical about it. Now and then these little mushrooms appear over night, stick around for a bit and then go poof again. To me this tree could be right from a fairy tale book and that breach in it’s bark is a portal to a secret magical realm. Have a magical pawesome day and be safe out there. ❤
First we’ll have to give you some background information or you’ll not get the point. *giggle* Here in Germany we’ve got several parcel delivery services, ranging from very good down too total failure. The best of all of them is UPS, super faster, always friendly and very tidy, they are followed by the buys from Amazon, oh I love these guys, they work so hard, are always on time and always friendly and competent. Then there is a large void stretch. Well, then comes DHL, they are a left over from the state owned mail service, slow, rude, incompetent, unreliable. They are followed by a bunch of tiny lesser knows services like DPD and DLS. As private person you hardly ever see those. End of line, right? Nope, there is still Hermes, the most horrific parcel “courier” ever. They are never on time, stuff often gets lost and never arrives, they are beyond rude, they look like thugs and their vans are actually not fit for traffic anymore. If and that is a hug IF a parcel transported by them actually makes it to your door, it looks like a cattle herd walked over it. Twice!
Okies, we where on our walkie and there was that Hermes guy, package in hand, crawling along in slow motion. Ami starts to stare at him and as he is very close I tell her, loud enough that he can hear me, “leave it babes, you had lunch already” . . . and that is how you can make a Hermes courier walk significantly faster. *giggle*
Don’t forget to hug your doggo, be safe out there and have a pawesome day. =)
Here in our tiny corner of our planet the summer comes to an end. September is the transition month from summer to fall. I like fall and winter but I’ll miss the green trees and all the flowers. These here actually grew on the very narrow strip between the street and the walkway. Some kind soul must have sown them in spring to help the bees out and to make people smile. Have a pawesome day and be safe.
When I was working the days where always too long, too much time for work and chores and too little time for rest and fun. It was not that I didn’t like to work, I loved my job, it was just that I had to work with very toxic people and that ruined it for me. Completely. I never managed to get some sort of balance into it. Now I’m retired and something funny happened. The days are too short, there is more fun stuff than day. *gasp* Ya I know, right? We get up at around 7 (no alarm clock, we just wake up) and first thing we do even before the first coffee is walkies, then coffee for me and breakfast for the dog. After that it’s usual chores, whatever pops up. Around noon we have some sort of lunch (Ami gets her cow ear) and right after we go on walkies again. The noon walk is usually the longest walk of the day. When we come home it’s about 2 pm, I get a coffee and think, heck where did the day go. Time for other fun stuff, and that is where the trouble start. What do I want to do? Crochet? Knitting socks? Pixel some? Play a game? Fool around in Inkscape for a bit? You see where that leads, right? Around 6 I start dinner and after food it’s walkies again. Poof day gone.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, I actually feel blessed to have a life filled with so much fun stuff and activity, I’m just amazed how things can change. From meh way too long to yay can I have more hours. If I find another hobby I’m in trouble simply because I have no idea where I should stuff it. Maybe stop sleeping?
Have a pawesome day and be safe ya’ll.
Ssshhhhh it’s me, Ami. My hooman is out for grocery and I’m using the chance to hop on her computer to get some dog stuff done, you know, like ordering toys and snacks at Amazon, stare at yummi bulldog boys (no I did not drool all over my hoomans keyboard thingy and broke it) and talk about something that really bothers my on my hoomans blog. Yes I know, it’s not nice to use her computer when she isn’t home and I really would like my own Mac Book but she told me, before that would happen we would either need to win the lottery or make a big inheritance from a yet unknown rich uncle from America or get a sponsorship from Apple. She also told me that neither of these things would ever happen. Pffft hoomans *rollseyes*, right?
Anyhow, I wanted to talk about something totally different. Now imagine the the following: you just rolled out of your bed and your hooman takes you out on your first walkie of the day. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and you walk towards your favorite patch of pasture (and believe me, in the city those are kind rare) for an early morning sniff and . . . what the fuck is that?! . . . someone did not clean up after their doggo again. That is not only gross, it also shows a major lack of respect and responsibility and it’s a health issue. Pawrents who refuse to clean us after their doggo should not have a doggo at all. Letting that stuff lay around in the scenery ruins it for everybody else. A lovely patch of pasture turns into a shit hole just because you are too lazy to do your job. And it’s not even hard, doesn’t take a minute. Pick it up and toss the bag into the next bin or take it home to put it in the bin there. Do not even think about throwing that bag into the hedge. That would be totally intolerable!
Cleaning up after your doggo is a matter of respect, respect for your own dog and yourself, respect for other dogs (they want to sniff through that patch of pasture too without stepping in other dogs shit) and respect for other people. Just do the right thing, even when nobody can see you and clean it up. And maybe you even think about getting the right bags. Don’t take those nasty plastic bags, go for bags made from corn starch. Yes, they cost a few cent more, but it’s the right thing to do.
Oh, I think my hooman is coming home. Do not tell her that I was here. I swear, if you do, I will have to chew up your favorite shoe! Be safe and have a pawesome day!
Somewhat Patchy 