I have an annual dream...believe you me. It happens once a year and it's always the same dream. For 2008 - it has not happened yet. It goes something like this:
There is this square patch of grass. around the perimeter of this grassy patch is a short fence - the kind you can just step over to avoid tripping. this setting is in a space devoid of anything else apart from the characters. There are 3. They are pipes. A Momma Pipe, A Daddy Pipe and a Baby Pipe.
They are walking around the perimeter of this fenced of patch. They seem to live there. They never go into the patch. Just round and round they go... Somewhere in my dream and during their pipe life, the Baby Pipe comes across a pretty sun flower growing at the perimeter of the fenced up patch. Happy to find the flower ( i guess the baby pipe must be pretty bored - i mean i could not walk around a patch of fenced up turf for more than a minute...), she plucks it (dun ask me how i know it's a "she" - i just do), runs over to the Daddy Pipe and presents him with it!
This gets weird now...The Daddy Pipe is terribly angry with the Baby Pipe for plucking the sunflower from the patch and proceeds to chase the Baby Pipe around the fenced up patch. Trust me...at this stage of the dream the Daddy Pipe is enamting strong anger vibes. So the chase goes on for a bit and I can sense that the Baby Pipe is really scared - she might have turned into a sewerage pipe if Mommy Pipe did not interfered.
Interfered Mommy Pipe did. She stop the chase by standing between the Daddy Pipe and the Baby Pipe and spoke calming words to the Daddy Pipe. Soon Daddy Pipe calms down and the three pipes continuing walking around the patch of fenced up turf. On and On ... walking round and round...until the Baby Pipe finds a sunflower and plucks it to present to Daddy Pipe...and the dream goes on and on in a loop!
If i wake up from this dream and return to sleep the dream will continue for the rest of the night. Eeeeriiieeee....
Tell me i am not loony! But honestly, this is an annual dream. I do not go a year without this dream happening at least once. I am awaiting for it to happen.....annnn-tiiii-ciiiii-paaaa-tiooooon!
Sunday 29 June 2008
Sunday 15 June 2008
Doggie Bag Dispenser
Been a long time with much happening in between my last blog and this one. Though you wonder may wonder on the title of this blog...well...read on and wonder no more.
See...recently my knight in shiny fur - this would be Sir Wolfie that i'm referring to - took a fancy to plastic bags. Mind you he's proven to be the salt of the earth by only taking interest in the cheap coloured plastic bags used by almost all hawkers in this part of the world. None of that fancy pancy plastic bags that more sophisticated retailers give out in their quest for world wide domination through brainwashing.
Back to the story. So Sir Wolfie almost always accompanies hubby wubby on their regular morning walks. And on their regular morning walks they come across really irregular garbage strewn along the sidewalks...you'd be amazed at what you could find...empty wallet/handbags, discarded food (most interestingly usually macdonald's wrappers), used tissue paper, keys, and of course plastic bags. This last item has been a hot favourite for Sir Wolfie to find, pick up, thrash around and cheekily dare his "daddy" to get it from him.
Of course when i'm about with them, i will always get flustered and ask the "daddy" to quickly get it out of Sir Wolfie's gaping black hole - fearing that he might swallow the bag. Most days my flustering is laughed off and hubby wubby will unsuccessfully chase down Wolfie in circles before my cheeky knight decides that his "daddy" is too slow for this game and ends it by spitting the plastic bag out and moving onto something that poor daddy can actually get at...like his shorts.
Up until a couple of days ago, Wolfie's antics and fascination with plastic bags were thought to be a "funny thing that he did" - UNTIL HE SWALLOWED THE DAMN BAG!!
That's right! There was no more laughing my flustering away now...to be honest i felt a teeny bit worried about my Wolfie but could not help but feel smug when hubby wubby's face took on a shade of pale when the possiblities of dog swallowing plastic bag complications arose in his head. I had to bite my tongue or spouted something along the lines of "I TOLD YOU SO!!"
Over the course of the day, we monitored his breathing and watched him closely for signs of suffocation, indigestion and when we went for walkies...we checked his poo to see if he had successfully purged himself of the foreigh object! We ARE talking about Wolfie here although hubby wubby did display signs of breathing distress at the possibility of Wolfie not surviving his latest craving - plastic bags.
It was not until a full 24 hour day had passed that Wolfie pooped out his plastic bag! It was during the evening walkie and i urged hubby wubby to bring along a torch light to check out Wolfie's poop in the dark. We walked and we walked and we walked somemore and eventually the little tyke decided to have a poop. At first we couldn't see any thing similar to a plastic bag, in texture or colour and we were worried that Wolfie would have a plastic bag stuck somewhere between his gaping black hole and his ...hole for the rest of his life. Then i caught sight of a bit of colour in his poo and upon closer examination and the aid of a small rock to move Wolfie's smelly contents around we would see that my knight had successfully purge the peach coloured plastic bag out! It was complete wrapped in shite...of course!
I think all of us breathed a sigh of relief at this momumentous event! We all stood there marvelling his crappy work (pun intended) for a full 5 minute period and smiled at each other...i know...i know...we're weird! You could imagine the back slapping going around the royal family as our knight was finally successful in his mission! I have been giving some thought to patenting the idea of a doggie bag dispenser....what do you think? Hmm....
See...recently my knight in shiny fur - this would be Sir Wolfie that i'm referring to - took a fancy to plastic bags. Mind you he's proven to be the salt of the earth by only taking interest in the cheap coloured plastic bags used by almost all hawkers in this part of the world. None of that fancy pancy plastic bags that more sophisticated retailers give out in their quest for world wide domination through brainwashing.
Back to the story. So Sir Wolfie almost always accompanies hubby wubby on their regular morning walks. And on their regular morning walks they come across really irregular garbage strewn along the sidewalks...you'd be amazed at what you could find...empty wallet/handbags, discarded food (most interestingly usually macdonald's wrappers), used tissue paper, keys, and of course plastic bags. This last item has been a hot favourite for Sir Wolfie to find, pick up, thrash around and cheekily dare his "daddy" to get it from him.
Of course when i'm about with them, i will always get flustered and ask the "daddy" to quickly get it out of Sir Wolfie's gaping black hole - fearing that he might swallow the bag. Most days my flustering is laughed off and hubby wubby will unsuccessfully chase down Wolfie in circles before my cheeky knight decides that his "daddy" is too slow for this game and ends it by spitting the plastic bag out and moving onto something that poor daddy can actually get at...like his shorts.
Up until a couple of days ago, Wolfie's antics and fascination with plastic bags were thought to be a "funny thing that he did" - UNTIL HE SWALLOWED THE DAMN BAG!!
That's right! There was no more laughing my flustering away now...to be honest i felt a teeny bit worried about my Wolfie but could not help but feel smug when hubby wubby's face took on a shade of pale when the possiblities of dog swallowing plastic bag complications arose in his head. I had to bite my tongue or spouted something along the lines of "I TOLD YOU SO!!"
Over the course of the day, we monitored his breathing and watched him closely for signs of suffocation, indigestion and when we went for walkies...we checked his poo to see if he had successfully purged himself of the foreigh object! We ARE talking about Wolfie here although hubby wubby did display signs of breathing distress at the possibility of Wolfie not surviving his latest craving - plastic bags.
It was not until a full 24 hour day had passed that Wolfie pooped out his plastic bag! It was during the evening walkie and i urged hubby wubby to bring along a torch light to check out Wolfie's poop in the dark. We walked and we walked and we walked somemore and eventually the little tyke decided to have a poop. At first we couldn't see any thing similar to a plastic bag, in texture or colour and we were worried that Wolfie would have a plastic bag stuck somewhere between his gaping black hole and his ...hole for the rest of his life. Then i caught sight of a bit of colour in his poo and upon closer examination and the aid of a small rock to move Wolfie's smelly contents around we would see that my knight had successfully purge the peach coloured plastic bag out! It was complete wrapped in shite...of course!
I think all of us breathed a sigh of relief at this momumentous event! We all stood there marvelling his crappy work (pun intended) for a full 5 minute period and smiled at each other...i know...i know...we're weird! You could imagine the back slapping going around the royal family as our knight was finally successful in his mission! I have been giving some thought to patenting the idea of a doggie bag dispenser....what do you think? Hmm....
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