I’ve been given an award by Detroit Dog who I admire because they’re really into animal rights and welfare and actually do stuff to help as opposed to merely talking a good talk. I think it’s a bit bizarre being given an ear as an award when I’m usually given ears as a chewy treat (no, this one isn’t edible, I tried), but then again you can’t get much more bizarre than a blogging dog n’est-ce pas?
“The Van Gogh's Ear Award is for blogs that are making a difference in the blogosphere," its creator said, "We are all artists in our own way, be it art, photography, writing, philosophy, comedy, or blogging, and we all go a little crazy sometimes.... Always remember you're unique. Just like everyone else."
I can’t believe that my blog actually makes a difference, all I do is tell you stuff about my day or my mum’s day, and sometimes I don’t do it that often – you’re right Braja I’ve been a slack bastard for not posting since Thursday but I blame that on Rugby and Spring. More later.
Anyway, I want to say thanks for the award, it makes me feel all humble and shy when I get awards because I honestly don’t feel worthy. I certainly don’t feel like an artist. I can’t paint or draw for toffee and I certainly wouldn’t inflict my poetry on you.
However, blogging has enriched my life. Well, I mean other folks’ blogs have made my life richer. I’ve learned so much whilst I’ve been blogging. My knowledge really has expanded. I still wouldn’t be able to develop a cure for cancer or create anything worthwhile but I reckon I’d get a few more questions right on “Who wants to be a millionaire”. And I’ve made so many friends. I feel as if I’m part of a community. I was a bit isolated before when it was just mum, Uncle Hugh and me.
Right, on with the game. Ha! No pun intended. I mean, I did mention Rugby above. Well, Rugby and Spring are the reasons I’ve not blogged since Thursday. More about Spring in a sec. I’ve been watching the Six Nations with mum and Uncle Hugh. Rugby Union is the only sport they like to watch. I’ve tried to ‘get’ it, but I don’t. What is the point of thirty guys running around on a field, getting progressively more muddy, throwing and kicking an odd shaped ball around and beating each other up in the process? I ask you? What IS the point? Between you and me, I reckon mum watches it because she likes the guys. She pretends she’s interested in the actual game, and she’ll talk a technical talk, then suddenly she’ll say something like “Wow, look at those thighs…” and Uncle Hugh’ll give her a sidelong glance and we’ll give each other a knowing wink.
Another thing, Spring really has sprung here. Look:
So mum’s been taking me on lots of walks. We’ve walked and walked because the weather has been so lovely. Yesterday it was too hot. YES – too hot. For me and my shaggy coat anyroad. I actually flung myself down on the ground in a bit of shade and gave mum my “I’ve had enough” look, so she had to ring Uncle Hugh and he picked us up in the car and drove us back. It happens when I’ve got too much hair and the sun’s shining. I’m only little, so I get overheated really easily, which is why I need clipping. Mum felt guilty, I could tell. AND SO SHE SHOULD. She’s a terrible mum sometimes.
Well, we got back and when I’d cooled down mum and Uncle Hugh stood in the garden drinking their grape juice whilst the sun when down and I had a mosey round. Here are a few photos of me moseying.
Below are a couple of video clips of me on my walk – mum says I’m full of testosterone at the mo. I don’t know what that is but she says it’s what’s making me kick my back legs when I’ve peed. I only do it in the spring, apparently. They’re only short clips Lee. Seconds, literally. Have a lovely Sunday everyone. I think we might be having a Rugby free day today. Thank goodness!