spring has sprung, and the suburbs are alive with foxes busily and noisily making more foxes. it makes after-dark dog walking into a bit of an extreme sport. in fact if I marketed it right I could probably charge local thrill-starved teenagers to walk the fuckers for me.

Woodbury Avenue, 11.30pm. It's pouring with rain and ankle-deep in wet oak leaves, and the dogs and I are walking, like we do. A mouse inexplicably shoots out of a pile of leaves in the road and tries to hide under Spike ( Read more... )

there is a tawny owl calling outside in the big ivy-covered dead tree at the end of the car park. I'm stoked that it's there and even more stoked I recognised it from its call XD

My special bird dog found me a bird :D ( Read more... )

obnoxious dog-fox habit: pissing on any random dog-smelling objects they come across, such as empty plastic bottles that have been collied and abandoned ( Read more... )

The daffodils are out, the squirrels have arrived in force, the foxes are fucking and the other morning I was nearly hit in the head by one of two wrens, so busy fighting over tree rights that they never saw me at all. The grass has taken on a shine as new shoots start insinuating themselves among the old crap that's been there all winter, and ( Read more... )

Spike has just discovered that hedgehogs cannot be herded either. They. Just Stop. Moving. And Spike's signature move, the Cat-Herder's Nosepoke, has some serious disadvantages in the hedgehog herding department ( Read more... )

I keep thinking I should post to let everyone know I didn't die.

( Winter Thing )

Sometimes people are really bloody kind. Above and beyond. Thank you ( Read more... )

Reasons why I hate summer that have nothing to do with bitching about excess heat ( Read more... )