Over the hill
and far away
We keep getting older
All we ever want to do
Instead we sit on our arses
Getting grey and fat
My Ellie Girl doing what she loves, RUNNING!!!!!
Ellie is my three year old, very short Wolfhound cross, but you wouldn’t know she had any wolfhound in her looking at her. She is loving, playful and very energetic. She loves to play fetch in and out of the water, she loves cuddles and breaking into the house to find where the dog treats are hidden.
This is a photo I managed to snap of her with my phone as she was running back to me at our local dog park.
All these ideas floating in my head
Every night I take them to bed
And every night their they stay
Always on the pillow
Never on the page
Sometimes I feel like I’m running out of fight
Sometimes I think I just might
I scold myself and then take flight
Into the night that growls and bites
I think I might need to say goodnight
and goodbye to a few of you
That rip my heart and keep me blue
This Christmas will be my sons first and to celebrate I’ve put together a post in photos of us putting up our Christmas tree – there is a story behind this old hand me down tree, but I’ll get to that after the photos :-).
Hmmm what is it, can i eat it?
Dad where are you going with my new toy?
My son, Riley proceeded to giggle at me as I fluffed out the fake leaves and rearranged the branches. Riley and his father then just sat and watched me decorate the tree.
(this is the ornament Riley tried to eat while I was trying to get a photo of him with it)
My tree & table decorations – while these are probably not as fancy as some of you have and I only decorate one room in my house, the dining room. When I lived at home we only decorated one room, the living room and this tree is the very tree that my grandmother and I would decorate every year with mostly the very same decorations. I’m about to turn 27 so the tree has to be at least twenty five years old (ish) and I love it, I look at it and I’m ten years old again, I look at it and I’m home. It still has a few of the same wooden ornaments I played with as a kid. I can remember going into Grace Brothers with my mother and buying a new angel for the top and I still use her today. About three years ago I inherited this tree and with it a box of old decorations from my mother.
Now back to the decorating ritual – as i remember it – on the first of December every year my Nanma (my maternal grandmother) would come over and we would decorate the tree, mum was doing who knows what at the time, but Nanma and I would decorate the tree and I loved it. I am not sure why or how it started, but i always looked forward to decorating this tree, and i know it was the doing it with my grandmother part that made it fun, cause it’s kinda stressful on your own. This year I did it myself with Riley watching on (OK my husband put the actual tree bit together for me), but I’m thinking next year I’m going to make my mother come over and decorate it with Riley while I go drink some wine and she and he can carry on the tradition.
I am very much looking forward to this Christmas and i hope i can instill in my son my love for Christmas, the real Christmas, being with family and friends and celebrating being together!
Oh to hell with it
Drew me in
And I fell for it
Kissed me again
And I swell for it
Kissed you back
I’ll sell you it
Not kissing you is pain
Oh to hell with it
Today was a first: I took Ellie and Riley for a walk together.
Normally when I go for a walk it’s just my son and I and if my husband comes he brings the dogs. I can’t hold onto all three – 1. Riley in the Pram 2. Buster our big old boy 3. Ellie our younger female dog. Today, in light of Ellie’s boredom and recent destructive behavior, I decided to take her with my son and I on our regular walk.
Surely I thought, I can manage one dog and the pram.
Mission One; trying to get Ellie out of the yard without Buster coming – oh fudge knuckle why must these two follow each other everywhere, but at last success.
Mission Two; trying to give the old boy a treat to chew on while we’re gone because I feel guilty he can’t come, Ellie nearly eats my hand, but success and the correct dog ends up with it.
Mission Three; figure out how to walk without pulling the pram over, damn why must this dog keep switching sides, why can’t she pick one, I then decided I was going to try and force her to stay on my left, yeah right. SO we’re walking, we’re walking, it’s all good. I then started to notice she wasn’t being her normal boisterous self, walk past a gate and a dog barks at us, she hides behind me – umm Ellie Girl, where’s my Ellie you normally bark back. We’re walking, we’re walking, little white fluffy dog runs up to us, Ellie try’s to hide behind me, then lays down and cowers on the ground, ummm hello Ellie at home you regularly rough and tumble with a dog twice your size – oh then it dawns on me, Busters not here, she’s only tough when the big old boys with us, hahahahaha.
Damn it Ellie stop hiding behind me I’m not going to save you girl – Well that’s not true there was one occasion before I had my son when Ellie and I went out for an early morning walk and a dog came running out at us, I freaked out and lifted her as high in the air as I could, but that’s another story, and I never walked near there after that.
Mission four; trying to get a descent photo of Ellie and the pram while we were walking . . . . . got two that’ll do.
Come home, put Ellie back out the back and she’s all over Buster, acting like she hasn’t seen him in days lol funny dog, hope she remembers how happy she was to see him when their competing for prime sleeping positions tonight.
So In conclusion I did manage one dog and the pram and I know if I keep doing it she’ll get used to it and it’ll get easier.