Saturday 1 October 2011

Happy October

I want to put the record straight. I am not the helpless blind little bat that Indy makes me out to be and I’m not the only one who spends a lot of time in bed.

So there Indiana!

I rest my case – rather like he’s always resting his head – on a pillow!

I am getting along fine. They’ve solved the problem of me falling off the end of the bed by putting a huge bean bag on the floor so now instead of landing with a thud, I land with a rustle.

And they’ve been taking me to new places which used to scare me, but now I love it. I can’t see or hear danger (hearing’s gone a bit) and so I trot along in my dim little world and feel safe. Unless she lets me off the lead. Then I do panic a bit. Well a lot actually, so it’s the extendable lead for me and I love it.

But as far as that narrow log bridge goes, let’s not even go there. In fact I hope I don’t ever have to go there again. We only went there because they managed to get lost in the woods and went down the wrong path. Took a wrong turn at Albuquerque apparently. Indy went crazy, rushing about chasing leaves, squirrels and falling chestnuts – fool.

They’ve tried buddy strapping me to the dopey one, but frankly I don’t want to go in the sort of places he goes and I certainly don’t want to be there when he’s rolling around in dead stuff waving his legs in the air like an idiot.

They tell me it’s October and hot. And they talk about my eyesight being poor, but herself sat there this morning gazing out the window and admiring the misty view before realising the mist was on the window and beyond it the sun was shining.

Before I go, I must just tell you about the monster in the garden. The other night Indy went out and before I knew what was happening, this ball of fur was flying through the air. I’m told he leapt all four feet off the ground, spun round in mid-air and landed in a heap before running off and hiding behind the bushes.

Well I don’t pay much heed to his silliness so I got on with having a wee and had a little sniff at the same time – as you do – and suddenly my nose touched something prickly. Did I leap up in the air? Of course not. I carried on and just stopped sniffing the prickly thing.

It lives in our garden and from my investigative sniffing I’d say it’s the size of a small melon but not quite as round. Indy tells me it’s as big as the house, has huge pointy teeth and claws of steel. Well I tell him he’s been listening to the Gruffalo too much and he goes off and sulks.

Look at me posing here, note the raised paw - classy eh?

Herself is in a good mood today. She’s turned all her calendars over and says there’s nothing like a new month for a new start. And now she’s telling me to get off the computer so she can get started on her new start. How many times have I heard that one before?

Happy October and may the muse be with you (don’t know what that means, but herself likes it when people say it to her).


  1. Yes, Tilly you do look very classy. I think you're right not to worry too much that your eyes and ears don't work quite as well as they used to. With good people and the idle Indy to look after you, you'll be fine - especially as your nose is obviously on top form.

  2. Oh you are one classy lady! Hope your mistress is getting on with that work.

  3. Thank you, Patsy. Idle Indy - I like that. It has a certain ring to it :-)

    Thank you, Rosemary - I don't think she's been working at all. She keeps finding other things to do and reckons that muse person has taken the day off :-)

  4. Way to go Tilly. What a good start to my morning. Your fabulous blog had me laughing out loud. I guess the Muse is making the most of the sunshine like us all (well where I am anyway, hope it's great for everyone else as well.) Made me feel less guilty at lack of writing over last few days to hear she's finding other things to do instead! :o) xx

  5. I'm in awe at how good you are at this blogging lark! Nearly as good as herindoors - but don't say I said will you! I meen it must be so hard to type with paws - all those nails and hair must be a nightmare. Caroline x p.s and may the muse be with you and herindoors as well.

  6. Love the photograph, Tilly. Have you ever considered modelling as a career?

  7. I'm glad I made you laugh, Sue and glad to hear you're enjoying the lovely weather.

    I'm definitely better than that Indy when it comes to blogging and well, just about everything, Caroline. Between you and me, he's a bit dippy. I wouldn't put it past him to have eaten the muse - whatever it is.

    Me, a model, Elizabeth? Well I'd never thought, but I could have been :-)

  8. Tilly, you look lovely and most refined with your paw delicately held up like that x

  9. Greetings,
    Yes, tis I, Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet star.
    Tilly, it's so obvious that you are a much loved and adored family member. I want you to know I think you're wonderful. And my goodness, hasn't it been hot?
    Pawsitive wishes and doggy kisses, your way, Penny xx

  10. Thank you, Helen - I do don't I?

    Hello Penny, thank you, that is so nice of you to say. It has been hot hasn't it and just when we're thickening up our fur coats ready for winter - not that I'm complaining :-)

  11. I am getting browned off with these dogs. They think they are clever but we felines are streets ahead. See? I can type, too. Okay so I am not named after an archeologist (could you spell that, Indy?) but I am Leo,.I believe lions are given that name. I rest my case.

  12. Very stylish Tilly and tell her indoors that nobody writes when the weather is so wonderful, so she is excused! x

  13. Psst! Tilly! Don't tell anyone, but I think you're the best blogger of the lot on this blog. Herself should be grateful that it was only internal mist blocking her view from the window and not internal dirt! Her Moose, sorry Muse, is probably out sunbathing, catching the last of the sun before months and months, and months of darkness, chill, wind, rain... As for the prickly melon in the garden, we have one of those. There used to be three a few years ago.

  14. Leo - Herself used to have a feline friend called Leo. He was highly intelligent and beautiful - so she says - and he chose his own name because he thought it suited his majestic personality. Humph.

    I will tell her, Lydia, thank you :-)

    Thank you Jacula. Her muse visited in the middle of the night with an idea for a blog about writing, but now she's in a mood because the idea disappeared when she woke up. Three prickly melons - ooh I don't think I could handle three,

  15. Great blog post, Tilly - and you look lovely.


  16. Thank you, Suzanne, you have cheered me up. I had to go to the vet this week and I am feeling very depressed xx