I must apologise for many, many things in the following post…
Firstly, I apologise to all those who believe dogs are better than cats.
I am actually one of you, deep down.
It’s a fact, or as Dash would protest “I am TRUE”.
But this post will not bear witness to my deep and abiding love of pooches. Especially my pooch. The daft dawg.
Secondly, I apologise to all those who take blogging in the slightest bit seriously.
I cannot. It’s a problem I have. I will be attempting a Dr Doolittle angle here, and you should be warned about that up front. You have time to escape. Read on at your peril.
And thirdly, I apologise to all ‘real photographers’ out there reading this.
I have no real excuse for the quality of the following images. Other than the fact I was laughing so damned hard I lost all control of focus. And framing.
I am hopeless. But you already knew that.
Time for the action that almost sent me for my Depends.
Hold onto your hats and your sense of humour.
You may need both…
AKA ‘The Black Panther of Granite Glen’
‘I am not actually a common domestic feline,
I am, in fact, The Black Panther…
Oh, you may smile dismissively, my friends, at my grand claim.
Those who doubt my powers do so at their own peril.
Be warned. Purrrrrrrr.’
AKA ‘Ackssssssssssellllllllllllllll Roooosse’
‘Whaddya mean ‘boofhead’?
I ain’t no boofhead… watch me move, baby!
I am big, I am lithe, I am agile,
I am GREAT DANE!
What was that sound… who goes there?
Was that you?
Enough of the credits…
Well it would be the end, except this pair repeated the scene OVER and OVER and OVER again in our backyard until I could not see for tears of hysterical laughter.
Axel just DOESN’t get it.
WHY won’t she play with him?
Danes are gorgeous but seriously, seriously dumb.
And they have REALLY flappy lips.
Man I ♥ that dog.
And that cat?
She still just ♥’s me when she wants food.
And the world is as it should be.
THE REAL END.