Recently on my trip to #Gibraltar I came across this delightful children’s garden complete with a Bee Hotel in Alameda Botanical Gardens. It’s inspired me to do something similar here in UK with the children and parents I work with.
Since coming back from Gibraltar readers will know I’ve opened a new website to record my memoirs of the Rock which can be seen at memoirsofgibraltar.wordpress.com (There is a link here on my primary website). I hve many hundreds of photos and select a few daily to compliment my blog there which spans the period 1974-2016.
I found my dog as a puppy (or I should say he found me) on the back streets of Panjim, India, when he crawled out of the jungle. He’d been run over by a motorbike, was starving and flea infested and yet somehow crawled towards me as I was sat having a cigarette. After a trip to the vet where he was jabbed and treated for everything he was stoked up on boiled eggs for a few weeks and has spent the last eight years being loved to bits. The only fly in his ointment was having to fly from India to UK and then do his ‘porridge in the pen’ (quarantine) for six months but somehow we got through it and here we are.
People say he’s a lucky fella. Maybe. But then I’m blessed.
…as she lies next to the beautiful dying giraffe she just shot. What a sickening, disgusting ugly woman.
Smack on the middle of the new turf under the shade of the bed sheets on the line, my little man lays claim to his territory, his new Dogdom.
Last night my little man Mowgli was really not himself; he was very restless and quite poorly swallowing and coughing all the time. A few times during the night he had me up and outside walking him in the rain; all he wanted to do was eat plants as though doing that gave him some relief. It was almost as though he had something stuck in his throat.
This morning we took Mowgli to the vet where he was very brave letting the man put his fingers down his throat and stick needles in him (anti-inflammatory medicine). The vet didn’t find anything but thought since his airway wasn’t obstructed Mowgli may have either strained something coughing or grazed the inside of his food pipe eating. We need to observe him over the weekend and go back Monday if things persist when they will sedate him and do a more indepth exploratory. I really hate Mowgli being poorly, I’m always frightened about what might happen.
Anyway as a treat for him being good at the vet we took him to a very isolated beach on the outskirts of St. Davids where he wallowed in the pools and paddled in the sea. He loved it. Interestingly while we were out all of the plants he had been eating began evacuating from him and since coming home he seems to have picked up. I hope so.
I just don’t get #sabrinacorgatelli being photographed with a dead animal which she had just murdered adding the caption to her photograph “My Impala I got today. What a beautiful animal”. No Sabrina, it was beautiful before you murdered it. It is now a corpse and you are disgusting.