This is the last nap time edition. They are still cute (of course they are), but by now it’s beginning to get a bit booooooring to watch animals sleep.
Sunday Selections is hosted by Kim from Frogpondsrock and gives us the opportunity to finally post those photos that have been hanging around in folders on our computers for ages.
21 year old Bengeltje
Holle and Mozes
Evie, two days old and all legs
Sunday Selections is a great meme that gives us the opportunity to post those almost forgotten photos that have been hanging around in folders on our computers. Kim from Frogpondsrock came up with this great idea. If you like to join in, just hop over to the rocking frog ponds and post a selection of your own. You know how these things work.
Last week I promised you a selection of photos that will make you chuckle or say ‘awww’.
Oh, the pressure.
I hope you won’t be disappointed. And I have to warn you: in some shots Biggles shamelessly displays his balls. He’s a proud boy.
NAP TIME
Which is why we usually just sit on the floor.
Warned you about the Biggles-balls. It does get worse though…
See?
For more sleepy photos of the furry bunch, you’ll have to wait for the next Sunday Selections. I have loads of them and I haven’t even posted the cutest yet…
An email exchange with Janice from Jabblog brought back a memory that I thought I’d share with you.
First some very elaborate background information:
When you get a pet, you probably want to give it a name. Most people do. (Although, I’ve sometimes thought I shouldn’t have bothered thinking of lovely, fitting names for our dogs. We could have just called them all Cookie. They’re back with you in no time when you shout ‘cooookie’ in a high pitched voice.)
This story is about dogs and their names. People who breed dogs, sometimes have their own rules for naming their pups. Sometimes they name their pups after flowers, or for every litter the name should start with a particular letter, or every pup should be named after a Greek god(dess). And then of course sometimes they have a kennel name, either to be placed in front of or behind the name of the pup.
For instance: our Phoebe is officially called: Kim’s News Look Elegant Phoebe. Kim’s News Look = kennel name, Elegant is the collective litter name, Phoebe is the dog’s name.
Holle is officially called: Bonbon of Clay Diggers. Of Clay Diggers is the kennel name and Holle’s name should start with a B. We thought of Bonbon, because she’s from Belgium and they are famous for their delicious chocolate bonbons. But we had already decided that her name would be Holle.
And then there is Biggles. He’s called Boy O Boy Biggles of Towns Channel. Of Towns Channel is the kennel name. He had to be named after a rose, Boy O Boy, and we wanted to call him Biggles.
So far the elaborate background information.
This is the story:
We have labrador retrievers and used to train them for the hunt. Not that we ever planned to take them on a hunt, but they are retrievers, so we thought we’d let them do what they are bred for. And the training turned out to be a lot of fun for the dogs as well as for us humans. I even entered my dogs (our first labrador retriever Cosy (Cosy Karthuizer Valley) and Holle) in a couple of hunting competitions and we didn’t do too bad. Even won some prizes.
One year our club organized one of those competitions and they asked me to be the one to welcome the competitors and their dogs and tick their names off the list of competitors I’d been given. The list had the names of the dogs in alphabetical order and then the name of the handler.
I’d been given a wonky table and a chair, the list, the numbers the handlers had to wear on their outfit (so the judges knew who it was) and some other stuff, like a pen and a cup of coffee.
Welcoming and registering the competitors went something like this:
Man and very enthusiastic labrador approach the table. Labrador immediately jumps up, puts muddy front paws on wonky table, coffee falls over, pen rolls off, I dive under table to rescue pen, dog dives under table too and licks my face. I pop up again from under the table, wipe face, sit on chair, breathe, rescue list from muddy paws of dog that tries to get onto the table, and with a friendly smile say: “Welcome to this competition. Can I have the name of your dog please?”
Man: “Huh, yeah, thanks. Sorry about that. The dog’s name is Tommy.”
I go through the list of alphabetically ordered dog names until I reach the T: Tabatha’s Turd Turning Harry, Terrible Stinky of the Bean Farm, Twister of the Windy Willows….
“There’s no Tommy on the list, sir.”
”No Tommy?”
”No Tommy. But perhaps his ‘real’ name is different? The name on Tommy’s papers I mean.”
”Oh. Yeah. It is. I dunno. Uhm…” Turning around, looking for his wife who’s patiently waiting somewhere well out of the way of the growing row of people with happy labradors: “Honey! HONEY! What’s the name of our dog?!”
”What?”, woman shouts back.
”What’s our dog called?”
”Tommy!”
”Yeah. I know. But what’s his official name!”
”Uhh, I dunno. Something like Flippy Floppy something something.”
I go back through the list to the F’s. Fast Ada of the Furry Bunch, Fast Eddie of the Furry Bunch, Fast Freddie* of the Furry Bunch (a couple of brothers and sisters had been entered in the competition), Ferocious Brutus of the Nippy Teeth (not a typical labrador name), Foreseeing Trouble in the Woods… “No Flippy Floppies here, sir.”
“No Flippy Floppies?”
”No.”
Man looking back down the line of waiting people, busy untwisting their dog’s leash from other dogs’ leashes: “Hey Harry, what’s your dog called?”
”My dog?”
”Yeah.”
”Willy!”
”Yes, I know, but what’s his official name?”
”Uhm… Stormy Weather’s Weird William!”
”Oh yeah”, and turning to me again: “Tommy is called Stormy Weather’s Wonderful Wilfred.”
Me: “Of course.”
And so I wrestled through the list of dog names, because this wasn’t the only guy who didn’t know what his dog’s official name was. I suggested to the organizers to use a different list next time. One that stated the names of the handlers in alphabetical order. I think it’s safe to assume that most people do know their own names.
When I came home, I asked hubs: “Do you know the official names of our dogs?” Blank face: “Uhhh… no idea.”
* All the names of dogs in this post, apart from those of our own dogs, are fictitious. At least I hope so. I made them up. I had to, because this all happened years ago and I certainly don’t remember the names of these dogs.
Fast Freddie was inspired by one of Suldog’s teammates. I hope he doesn’t mind. Wouldn’t it be eerie if he turns out to have a brother called Eddie and a sister called Ada?
Last week I chose LOVE as a theme, because our Sunday Selections host Kim from Frogpondsrock’s daughter just got married. I found so many LOVEly photos in my files that I had enough for another LOVE edition.
So, here they are:
A LOVEly meeting between dog and foal. (They still are attracted to each other. Holle (dog) often licks Evie’s nose. Awww.)
The love between Naloma and Evie.
Our lovely Holle.
Hubs and Evie having an intimate get together.
This is just weird.
I really don’t love, or even like, my photo being taken. In fact, I don’t even want to look at photos of myself. But this self-portrait I could almost love. Should have cleaned the window though, before I took this shot.
Naloma loves being hugged. And no, she doesn’t have 7 legs and two tails.
Synchronized love.
Yep, there is the ‘horse kisser’ again. He loves (kissing) his horses.
They love each other and I know that our Sunday Selections host, Kim from Frogpondsrock, loves them.
On the search for these LOVEly photos, I found a lot of photos that will fit another theme next week. Be prepared for lots of chuckles and awwws.
Our Sunday Selections host Kim’s daughter got married yesterday. She has some lovely photos and a memorable wedding story on her blog Frogpondsrock.
So I thought it would be nice to choose my Sunday Selections for this day, based on LOVE.
Sarah (the cat, sadly no longer with us) loved Phoebe (now 14 years old).
Lovedoves.
Hubs loves his horse Willem.
They all love each other.
It’s getting a bit crowded with so much love going on.
Cute love.
I loved this little cat, Lapje, but sadly she’s one of the fourleggers who’s no longer with us.
Well, who wouldn’t love Nufnuf’s smiling face.
Or that of his non-related brother Tumtum, who isn’t as smiley, but definitely very loveable.
There is so much love going on in our house, that I have enough photos for several Sunday Selections. More of the same will be in next week’s Sunday Selections.
Remember when hubs went into hospital and we had the builders in to put in some Velux roof windows above our dining table and above the kitchen?
And then the windows weren’t spaced out right, so they had to be removed and then a bigger hole had to be made in the roof and then the windows had to be put back again.
And then the plasterers came and the end result of that looked like the plasterers were plastered while plastering our ceiling. So they had to come back and do a lot of it again.
And then the electrician came to put the spotlights in the ceiling and above the windows. But the holes for the spotlights above the windows were too big for the lights. So the builders had to remove the plasterboard above the windows, put new plasterboard in with smaller holes, and then the plasterers had to come back to plaster the new plasterboard.
But apart from that *sigh*, everything went well and the end result is pretty nice.
before (windows too close together) after redoing that
End result: lots of light above the dining table. I’ve painted the fireplace in a Histor colour called ‘Pizza’ and chosen the extra mat paint from Flexa, mixed in the Pizza colour. Very happy with the colour and the finish. It’s almost velvety.
We’ve painted the wall on the right side in a Farrow & Ball colour called Joa’s White, which doesn’t look anything like the colour on the colour card nor like the block we painted with the tester pot, it is much lighter, but we still like it. It’s a very warm, yellowish off-white. And we bought metal radiator covers (Sentimo) for the hideous radiators. You just stick it to the radiator with magnets. Great solution if you don’t want the wooden, more traditional radiator covers that I do like but hubs doesn’t. And this modern look does go better with our modern interior. It’s available in every RAL colour, but we’ve just chosen white (and I’m not even getting paid for promoting all this stuff. They should pay me though. So if Farrow & Ball, Sentimo, Flexa or Histor read this…)
And as we were on a roll, we also bought two luuuve-seats. I luuuve the luuuve seats. Luuuvely to snuggle up in, in front of both telly and fire. Let winter come.
Need a new coffee table now. Or just have to put this one’s twin (we do have another one, but it has a job elsewhere in our house) next to it. Looks a bit tiny now, in front of the huge luuuve seats and the sofa.
<—black thing is dog on sofa
(I’ve taken all the ‘after’-shots with my iPod)
♥ ♥ a love story ♥ ♥
Biggles and Holle are watching something very interesting. What could it be?
Well…
these two lovebirds ladybirds were doing it
one of them must have been a manbird
in the heat of the moment they fell off the wood rail
but they just carried on (sand everywhere)
and carried on
and carried on
If you’re interested:
he wiggles about a lot (assuming the one on top is the ‘he’) and she just patiently undergoes it all.
And it takes a while.
This smouldering love story was brought to you courtesy of Kim at Frogpondsrock, who gives us the opportunity to post those photos that have been hanging around on our computers, waiting for an opportunity to be seen. These particular shots have been hanging around on my laptop since June last year. So we should all be very grateful to Kim, for who knows if I would ever have come around to posting them otherwise.
Hop over to the rocking frog ponds if you want to see more interesting photos or if you want to join in.
In order to achieve the magic number of 100 followers (which list magically disappears from and reappears at the top of my blog without any reason known to me; Blogger’s ways are mysterious) I need only two more people to sign up.
I’m just saying… no pressure…
