Delicious Little Dotty Dog Named Dotty.

Delicious little dotty dog Dotty is a complete contrast to Bob the debonair cat. For Dotty is the most full on loving and excitable little dog I've ever known.

She loves people but is not always good with other dogs. She needs to get used to them first.

When I get home from work she goes ballistic with excitement to see me. I must make a quick fuse of her first and foremost. She lays on her back and I must stroke her belly and then the ritual of my homecoming is complete.

Dotty is also very astute. I believe she knows what is been said to her and recognises most words. If I speak of going to the river or the bird hides to my wife Carole, Dotty starts barking because she recognises the words 'river' 'bird hides.' She gets excited and starts yelping with high-pitched expectation. Sometimes she finds it hard to contain her joy when in the car. She whines and yelps for most of the journey until we arrive and let her loose on the bridal path leading to the bird hides along the river Delph. 

Of she goes barking out the excitement until she calms a little and settles into her running and walking along the path. 

Dotty is a highly charged bundle of emotions and is a very happy dog. We all love her very much. She does not take much notice of Bob the cat and he seems to regard Dotty with the same dismissive attitude as he does humans. 

Once Bob struck her snout with his paw when there was a set too in the house concerning food and lounging about areas. Dotty yelped and cried so much, we had to console her with cuddles and strokes. Bob's swipe did not cut her, but ever since then, Dotty gives Bob his room in the house and they get by without taking too much notice of one another.

    

Bob the Snob is a Rather Debonair Cat.

Bob the snob is a rather debonair cat. Or at least, he likes to think he is. When you speak to him, he just stares back. Like he is doing in the photo. Void of expression and almost finding people rather trivial beings with one importance only. That is to give him food at the appropriate times.

In fact, it is the only time Bob shows any flicker of emotion. He’ll get up and start purring and rubbing the side of his body against your leg to show some form of affection. It is almost yuck-worthy and I try to tell him so. He sits and looks up while I prepare his food and gives a meow. I’m also chastising him, at the same time, for the insincere show of affection. I don’t know what his meow means in cat language, but I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that it is something patronising.

Once fed, he resorts back to losing interest in humans and seems to regard us as a minor inconvenience wandering about his house and garden. He might venture over to our next door neighbour who lives in an old railway carriage surrounded by walled cladding. The bottom half of his garden is a mass of brambles. I think Bob uses the thickets as his bathroom.

Even the field mice and voles that wander across the road from the farmer’s meadows have to walk under his nose before he’ll catch one. They are most probably suicidal little rodents that want to end it all. Any form of excess physical exertion does not seem to interest Bob. If he could talk, he probably says that physical exertion is not what a debonair cat is all about. 

    

Queen - The Prophets Song from Night at the Opera

This song was on the album; Night at the Opera. One of my favourite Queen albums, but then... they were all rather good. :D I think this came out around 1975. It was the album that converted me to Queen.