Animals

… and iller

At this point I didn’t know what was up with her.  She was eating nearly nothing, vomiting most days, passing diarrhea, and moving only to go squirt poop in the garden or gulp water from her bucket.  Next day was vet day.  We’d learn more then…

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Not looking any better eh.

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I’m back!

Thought I’d been somewhere?  I haven’t… but all this online juggling stuph I tried to do didn’t work out.

Anyway, 2016.  Let’s see if I can keep my posting level up a bit eh?

Here’s one of my dog Deedee.  One of the last, I’m afraid.  In coming posts I’ll show other photos and tell you the story of what happened with my dog.

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Deedee, ill

Cats and birds…

Keeping fit by the Worcester & Birmingham Canal

Keeping fit by the Worcester & Birmingham Canal

Some people jog to keep fit.  I find that watching other people jog is plenty exercise for me…

A flock of duckettes on the tow-path. Nowhere is safe nowadays  from these ferocious fowl...

A flock of duckettes on the tow-path. Nowhere is safe nowadays from these ferocious fowl…

Check you’ve still got your cash and plastic.  But don’t make it too obvious that you’re checking…

Of course, if you're *really* concerned, have a word with my feline friend.  One glance and you've got roast duck for dinner...

Of course, if you’re *really* concerned, have a word with my feline friend. One glance and you’ve got roast duck for dinner…  Yummy…

 

Face facts people: You may be robbed by delinquent ducks, or fried by mutant cats’ laser-eyes… but then again a bus driver might lose control of his vehicle and squish you when you’re safe and sound on the pavement. Nowhere is safe. Even the big, armour-plated Tyrannosaurus was taken out by an errant rock from outer space. The moral of this story: don’t bother getting out of bed, if you’re gonna suffer an horrific death you may as well be comfy when Death comes a-calling…

Ruby Red Ruby Ruby… Ruby Ruby Ruby Red…

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Ruby, my mate Kev’s lovely red Staffordshire Bull Terrier,  1 January 2015… this time next year nearly all the Earth’s animals will be extinct, we’ll be facing the decision whether to eat “man’s best friend” or the giant mutant rats that will be dragging children down into the toilets… So who – or what – will you be eating??

It’s been xmas (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it…)!

Ruby eating her Xmas bones and footballs.  Later, she had duck.  Yum!

Ruby eating her Xmas bones and footballs. Later, she had duck. Yum!

So, readers (viewers?) and followers of martintoppingimages.wordpress.com… it’s been Xmas, and even though I’m not an Xian it is nevertheless customary to drink excessively and watch crap TV and do very little else during the “holiday season”.  So that’s what I’ve been doing.  I drank half a bottle of vodka and ate half a duck on Xmas day.  So lethargy and general drunkenness has kept me away from here.

Of course, you don’t want to read my half-baked excuses for laziness.  So, (better late than never?) here is a pic of my friend Ruby enjoying a football* and cow skeleton she received as gifts.  As far as footballs* are concerned, Ruby’s like my monster Deedee – she rips ’em up.  Seems a bit wasteful to me: but when you give a present to a dog (or person) the prezzie is theirs, to do with what they wilt.  So, destroy it all you want, pooch (actually she’s already shredded it.  Did I mention my laziness in keeping this photoblog going just lately?).

It’s New Year’s Eve today.  I plan to get drunk.  Ooh yeah fun!

*In Britain, we call “soccer” football.  And “soccer balls” are footballs. We’re right, you’re wrong. So get used to it, yanks.