Kerrio

If a restaurant is full of children, I would just leave. I too cannot stand eating with child-noise around. And yes - I was a child once, but I would not have liked me then either, I am sure I was vile. Ok here is a twist on the matter. If you smoke, it is your choice to do so and you are inflicting smoke on non-smokers (in a public place). They are not inflicting "lack of smoke" on you. Does that make any sense? IMO its the same with kids.

I'm Kerri (really?) and I live with my husband Brian (who posts occasionally as KuBrin Kaos) We share our home near Pangbourne in Berkshire with Boots (' Do you think I'm smiling?') the 10 year old black lurcher Cleo (' I'll put your face in my pocket') an 8ish year old grey and white lurcher Tealeaf (' Are you annoyed yet?') a 4 year old fawn lurcher Megan (' Does my bum look big in this') a 14 year old deerhound KuBrin (' Boof') a 3 year old blonde wolfhound (and boy, is he blonde....) Maddie the 3/4 Maine Coone cat (I think she's about 7) 0 kids (phew)

i guess it does not work on a pda! to me it looks like angry on the left and calm on the right! hmmmm wierd

flabbergasted Never has my flabber been so gasted.

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I never thought I would se the day where I thought 5 dogs seemed so few. It's very odd. And I don't think we ever realised how big Hobo's personality was until she was gone. For the smallest dog in the household, she seems to have taken the largest chunk of our hearts with her. I have some more pictures I would like to share with you (when I can dog them out to post) We took Hobo to McDonalds on her gotcha day (she had chicken mcnuggets and chips). Thankyou all for your kind messages, it helps to know there are people who understand and care (and I'm sure Wendy feels the same about your posts for lovely Gdog).

Sorry - its 18 actually - haveing a few calculation issues - must be to do with excess blubbing

Littlest Hobo 1987 - 2005 In August, 2004, an uncharacteristically small dog decided it was time to worm her way into our hearts. "Littlest Hobo" was - in the time immemorial fashion introduced first to the garden, and the smells thereof. She was not too sure what to make of some of the residents of the "Dog House", as indeed was reciprocated... "Mum - it's small fluffy and fat! Is it a sheep ?" She did however decide that, since the smell of sausages, bacon and eggs implied an 'on tap' scenario, she should hang out and see what got cooked up! What happened, was that she was invited to the best barbeques... She was supplied with the nicest sausages... And would sometimes nick rosettes from unsuspecting Wolfhounds... Occasionally their bones too... She was never better than when enjoying a party It transpired that Hobo lived for her stomach, and treaties from 'heaven'... but occasionally just wanted to take point... And not even the "Empress Dowager Megan Deerhound" managed a sedate retreat from action when trying to keep the tide back on holiday. OK, girlfriend - time for bed. Sleep tight.

What a lovely elegy Farewell Bridget Bones

plum pudding

Not clue Pingu... (hey - that rhymes!) Hmm I like: "My friends they wash the windows and they shine in the sun" kind of uplifting...