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incapuppy

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  1. I do sometimes keep mine in the loo ( well not in it next to it )

     

    Your downstairs loo is bigger than our bathroom :angry:

     

    I keep my wellies/boots/trainers in random places (well, not in a welly room/cupboard or utility room as we have neither of those :angry: ) but regardless of where they have been kept, before any of these go on my feet I make Pete put his hands inside them to check for spiders :mellow:

  2. S'not fair - I want five rotties for my double bed!!!! :angry:

     

    Welcome home Josie, you are gorgeous :wub:

     

    Rick would you mind if I pinched one of those pics to go in a 'show us your doggies' thread on another (non-doggy) forum as I think your photos sum up how wonderful rotties are :wub:

  3. For The Fallen

     

     

    With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,

    England mourns for her dead across the sea.

    Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,

    Fallen in the cause of the free.

     

    Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal

    Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,

    There is music in the midst of desolation

    And a glory that shines upon our tears.

     

    They went with songs to the battle, they were young,

    Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.

    They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;

    They fell with their faces to the foe.

     

    They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

    Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

    At the going down of the sun and in the morning

    We will remember them.

     

    They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;

    They sit no more at familiar tables of home;

    They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;

    They sleep beyond England's foam.

     

    But where our desires are and our hopes profound,

    Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,

    To the innermost heart of their own land they are known

    As the stars are known to the Night;

     

    As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,

    Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;

    As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,

    To the end, to the end, they remain.

     

     

    Laurence Binyon 1914

     

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