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Have a barking good New Year one and all - hope you are ready for all that life hurls at you! Wuff Dodgie and his hoomans
ecco cosa succede quando si volta pagina....si entra in un'altra dimensione!
this is what happens when you turn the page .... you get into another dimension!
I've been on my hodilays - have you missed me? I must say, the shingle here on Dunwich Beach doesn't half hurt your old paws!!! Wuff Dodgie
♥ in EXPLORE ♥ Mar 20, 2013 #2 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
in Portugal I met a lot of dogs doing their watching from the roofs of the buldings.
Luis, Bärbel und Sweety verließen Ägypten wieder, indem sie erneut die magische Glocke läuteten:
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LUIS: „Oh wie schön, wir sind in Nordirland und das gerade rechtzeitig zum St. Patricks Tag !“
BONNIE: „Hallo, willkomen bei uns ! Ihr seid ja grüner als grün angezogen !“
BÄRBEL: „Oh ja, dieser grüne Stoff war eben noch in Ägypten, passt aber am besten auf die Grüne Insel.“
LUIS: „Ich habe für jeden von euch ein Kleeblatt mitgebracht. Hier, bitte schön liebe Bonnie.“
BONNIE lächelnd: „Dankeschön.“
ENGEL ASHA: "Luis und Bärbel sind zu Besuch ! Leider kann ich nicht dabei sein, aber ich kann sie zum Glück auch von hier aus sehen, wuff !“
BÄRBEL: „Sag Natasha, wo sind denn eure Hunde Ashala und Tilly ?“
NATASHA: „Ach, die laufen und springen sicherlich irgendwo hier herum …“
SWEETY: "Ich kann sie von hier oben aus sehen !"
GIA: „Ashala, was hast Du denn da ? Ist das etwa eine Glocke?“
(Fortsetzung folgt … )
Ein großes Dankeschön an Karen, die mir das Hintergrundbild mit Hilfe von KI zur Verfügung stellte ! 💞
Vielen Dank auch an Connie für Deine Fotos !! 💞
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Luis, Bärbel and Sweety left Egypt again by ringing the magic bell once more:
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LUIS: “Oh how nice, we're in Northern Ireland and just in time for St Patrick's Day !”
BONNIE: “Hello, welcome to our home! You're dressed greener than green !”
BÄRBEL: “Oh yes, this green material was just in Egypt, but it fits best on the Emerald Isle.”
LUIS: “I've brought a shamrock for each of you. Here you are, dear Bonnie.”
BONNIE smiles: “Thank you.”
ANGEL ASHA: “Luis and Bärbel are visiting! Unfortunately I can't be there, but luckily I can see them from here, woof !”
BÄRBEL: “Tell me Natasha, where are your dogs Ashala and Tilly ?”
NATASHA: “Oh, they're probably running and jumping around here somewhere ...”
SWEETY: “I can see them from up here !”
GIA: “Ashala, what have you got there? Is that a bell ?”
(To be continued …)
A big thank you to Karen, who created the background picture with the help of AI ! 💞
Many thanks also to Connie for your photos !! 💞
Newly uploaded, as it was accidentally deleted by a mistake of mine. / Neu hochgeladen, da es durch einen Fehler von mir versehentlich gelöscht wurde.
A cloudy day (thank goodness - our heatwave ended a few days ago!) meant that dusk arrived quite early, at least by summer standards! Most dogs I've known over the years have been super excited to go off "hunting"/exploring when out at this time of day - so many interesting sounds & smells to investigate - but not Flynn! The darker it gets, the closer he stays to me. His long lead is on here but I wasn't holding the end, so Flynn was free to roam as he chose. He decided he'd rather stay & sit by me.
He told me all about the owls hooting to each other in the woods below & to the side of us & also about some suspicious rustlings in the hedge right behind us. Of course, once he'd kindly let me know with a grr-wuff!, Flynn then looked expectantly at *me*. Flynn considers himself a watch dog, not a guard dog. Hooman has to be the one to sort the situation & protect us both from these potential monsters... I tried explaining the rustling was likely rabbits, or at worst a badger & I can't exactly stop the wild owls making noise in their own woods & that they don't eat doggies for breakfast anyway but Flynn just grumbled & went back to his watch duty!
A rare moment of stillness, while I did a bit of faddling (it's a technical term!) with the camera.
PS Dodgie-Doo-Dah says fangs very much for the comments and faves - it's wuffly!!
I has been a wery good boy today, I went to see my vet Florentine this morning. She gave me cuddles and treats and a jab on the back of my neck, she said my teef are good and I'm a little on the - er - cuddly side, but not too bad considering my age - what a cheek! Then we went walkies in Melford, Mum took her camera and made me sit here - I got fed up and lay down! I had a lovely dunk in the river after this, though, so things got better! But then they went and had some lunch, lucky there was a lovely lady in there called Rosie who brought me a biscuit and a big drink! THEN I got dragged round the garden centre - ugh! more flowers!
Mum says to tell you that she will catch up soon. I don't think she should do that, I think she should take me out for more walks! Wuff Dodgie
Hallo Flickr-Leutz,
ich heiße Benny. Neulich, als ich meine Mama Renate Gassi durch die Felder führte, begegnete uns ein weibliches Zweibein mit einem merkwürdigen, schwarzen Kasten in der Hand. Meine Mama redete mit ihr und die Fremde fing an, den Kasten mit dem runden Ding vorne dran auf mich zu richten und eigenartige Klickgeräusche zu machen. Das war mir gar nicht geheuer! Ich bin wie wild und ganz nervös hin- und hergesprungen, aber das hat sie nicht aufgehalten. Alle meine Wuffs blieben ungehört, sie klickte und klickte und klickte weiter. Gott sei Dank ist mir nichts passiert! Meine Mama hat dann noch was zu der Fremden gesagt und dann konnte ich endlich meines Weges gehen. Wuff, wuff!
Benny
Hi Flickr-People,
my name is Benny. The other day, when I took my mom Renate for a walk through the fields, we met a female biped with an odd-looking black box in her hand. My mom talked to her and the stranger began to aim the box with the round thing in front of it at me and made weird clicking sounds. That gave me the creeps! I jumped back and forth wildly and very nervously, but that didn't stop her. All of my woofs went unheard; she kept on clicking and clicking and clicking. Thank goodness nothing bad happened to me! My mom said something else to the stranger and finally I was on my way. Woof, woof!
Benny
I've been on my hodilays - have you missed me? I must say, the shingle here on Dunwich Beach doesn't half hurt your old paws!!! Wuff Dodgie
M2 @ 1/125
Summicron 35mm 8lens @f2
Filter B+W 39 022 2x MRC
Fomapan 100 @ 125 ASA
R09 (ORWO) 1+25 H2O @ 20°C
4'30" AGFA shake
hybridscan by Pen F
Taken on the Isle of Grace...
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Salt%20Water/62/21/22
Story/RP by Ahn and myself..
This was just not even close to anything Roman had ever had to deal with before. His people tended to try and keep him away from things that resembled stress or real danger and so for several moments he just stood there, rooted in place in shock and indecision. Then with a hard shake of his head, he got ahold of himself and took some action. Running down the stairs he grabbed the portable spotlight and a lifesaver ring on rope from the wall and headed out to the peak of land to look for swimmers. All the while, the fog horn sounded its sad song.
The waves and winds made for an unlikely ally, moving him along the edges of the currents instead of pulling him under this time. The bright yellow poncho played peek-a-boo with the water’s surface as he was being dragged along into shallow waters, occasionally hitting against the rocky edges of the natural landscape until the sea finally tired of him and spit him up on shore with a hefty push to land.
Roman was watching the sea for survivors, spotlight lifted high to light as far out as he could. He was not looking for a body on the pebble strewn sand until he tripped over one, literally. With a startled wuff of breath, he fell to one knee, the light flying out of his grasp and rolling off over the sand where it winked out, broken. Leaving him in darkness. In the moments it took for his eyes to adjust he ran his hands over the still, sodden form. “Hello?’ Cool slender fingers found the stranger's throat, feeling for life. “Are you still in there?”
There was the faintest of pulses few and far between. Even in his ‘dreams’ he was swimming. No, not swimming, sinking. He couldn’t see anything but there was light that was fading the further he sunk until there was nothing left but the darkness to surrender to.
Alive! Full of seawater but still alive. This was one of the few emergencies Roman knew how to handle himself, it would be true foolishness to live on an island and not know how to deal with drowning. With a decisive move, he flipped the man over and started forcing out the seawater.
(to be continued)
Auf dem Nachhauseweg von der Silvesterfeier entdeckte ich am Fuße eines Wohnhauses diese bezaubernde kleine Wichteltür mit all den liebevoll arrangierten Details.
Sternenklare Nacht, leuchtendes Glück am Baume, Diamanten und ein friedlich schlummernder Wuff vor der Türe und die Pantoffeln bereit für den Gang durch den Garten.
Ich weiß ja nicht, wie es euch geht, aber mir hat das direkt ein breites Lächeln ins Gesicht gezaubert.
Möge euer 2024 voller Gesundheit sein mit vielen entzückenden Momenten wie diesem, Wärme im Herzen, Kreativität, Fantasie und schönen Motiven vor der Linse.
:)
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One tiny little door....
When walking home from my New Year's Eve party I came across this lovely little door in the neighbourhood that is so very nicely decorated with many details to discover when having a closer look.
Let your 2024 shine bright like the diamonds in front of this tiny door! :)
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