This is just a quick little post to say ‘Thank You’ to you all and also ‘HAPPY Barkday’ to Mummy once again before her day ends.
Monday, February 28, 2011
This is just a quick little post to say ‘Thank You’ to you all and also ‘HAPPY Barkday’ to Mummy once again before her day ends.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Don’t let Mummy know we asked, but we DESPERATELY need your help.
We have this HUGE problem.
You see, tomorrow is Mummy’s Birthday and we don’t quite know how to get Mummy a cake without her knowing about it.
Consider Scenario 1
We get Daddy to call up a baker and order one. Chances are that Mummy will answer the door.
And she would calmly receive the cake.
‘So my cake is here. Let’s see what you got for me’.
‘NO Mummy. Don’t open it now’.
‘Oh Ok. There are still few more hours to go till midnight and considering the rising temperatures, I’d suggest we keep it in the fridge’.
We go and get it ourselves.
‘So you guys are going out. Give me 10 minutes to get ready’.
‘No Mummy. We are going without you.’
Oh! You mean you don’t want me to see my cake!’
Not cool either.
Daddy goes out alone to get the cake.
‘Where are you going?’
‘Got to go buy a book. I won’t be long.’
Daddy gets the car out instead of his bike that he usually uses when he goes out alone. Obviously, it won’t be advisable to try balancing a cake in insanely busy traffic on a bike.
‘So you are going to get my cake. What did you order?’
‘Cake? What cake?
‘Well. Don’t get a huge one. We are dieting, remember?’
‘I don’t know what you mean. I just need to go get that book’.
If you need to win that game of Poker, make sure Daddy isn’t in your team!
So you see, the countdown to Mummy’s birthday has already begun and we are still cakeless.
Maybe we will just surprise her this time…NO CAKE!
What do you think?
Saturday, February 26, 2011
DOG, n. A subsidiary Deity designed to catch the overflow and surplus of the world's worship.... [H]is master works for the means wherewith to purchase the idle wag of the Solomonic tail, seasoned with a look of tolerant recognition.
-Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary
When you leave them in the morning, they stick their nose in the door crack and stand there like a portrait until you turn the key eight hours later.
- Erma Bombeck
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The pictures are from an outing to the ruins of a fort on the outskirts of our city.
Sadly, the experience wasn’t as exciting or even remotely close to how good the pictures make it look. After driving for over 50 kilometres on a dusty, dry, un-aesthetic and overcrowded highway, we reached this place much hyped about as a weekend get-away.
Well, you do feel like getting away.
From the place!!
Especially if you had harboured great expectations based on the hype on websites (what were they all thinking?!!) and are rudely greeted by a ill-maintained, ramshackle fort right in the middle of a crowded but insignificant town!
The clear blue skies, the rustic old countryside and the tiny little town actually looked more picturesque in our photographs than in reality.
The only saving grace was the lovely weather that day, which kind of made up for the rest of the disappointments.
We tried to make the best of the trip - climbed right up to the peaks of those huge rocks, raced down the stone-staircase ruins, chased a herd of goats and munched on the delicious picnic lunched Daddy had prepared.
And made some beautiful pictures.
Of course, the reason you don’t see Shadow in the pictures is because we had gone on this trip long before he came to live to us. Early October last year, to be exact.
We know he would love to climb those rocks, but we certainly aren’t ever going back to that disappointing place again. It isn’t worth all the time and energy you spend.
After all, there is a whole big, beautiful world out there, waiting to be explored…
Ginger and Buddy
We are linking to ‘SKYWATCH’.
For more skies from around the world, please do click HERE.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Occasionally it wheezes, coughs, sputters and emits a dark, all suffocating smoke in response to its owner’s (Our eccentric neighbour!) hopeful attempts to bring it back to life!
What purpose it was meant to serve, lying dormant for the last two years, we could never fathom.
Till the other day…
Maybe everything, however irrelevant or extraneous it may appear, actually does serve a purpose in life.
We just hope our eccentric and unpredictable neighbour doesn’t decide to drive them out of their home and …err…drive their home away!!
Monday, February 21, 2011
(The pictures belong to whoever has the copyright. We just found them on Google!)
All we have been doing since last night is read, read and read more about Blogger - woes!!
And unless we mean to write some thesis someday on this woeful topic, we decided we might as well stop!
Well, no amount of installing and uninstalling would bring back the comments tab on Ginger’s Beach post. So, we have given up.
At least the tab shows up in our new posts. Thank Dog!
Thanks for all your comments and suggestions. Whether they prove technically helpful or not is never the issue. It is a relief to know our problem is not an uniquely hopeless one!
Have a Happy Week ahead,
Buddy, Ginger n Shadow
For some reason, our ‘Post Comment’ tab has disappeared from our earlier post!!
Mummy was trying to install ‘Intense Debate Comments’ form and now neither that nor our original blogger form shows up.
We are so very upset.
We wait so eagerly for all your encouraging and delightful comments....
We tried everything but the tab just won't show up. Do you know how to get past this irritating blogger tantrum?
Please do leave your suggestions, if any?
And if you are using 'Intense debate', please let us know what we can do if the comment form doesn't show up inspite of following ALL their instructions.
Maybe we should just stick to our conventional form. Your thoughts are more important than some fancy form anyday.
Thank you in advance, anyways
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
This very endearing letter was meant for Gerald Durrell, the most enjoyable zoologist we have ever come across.
Gerald Durrell was and still is one of Britain’s most popular and delightful writers, an avid zoologist and a passionate naturalist.
‘My Family and Other Animals’ is the most celebrated in the series of books this amazing man went on to write.
By his own admission, he wrote in order to finance his innumerable expeditions to various parts of the world – missions to collect rare specimens for preservation in his zoo.
Thank Dogness he chose to raise funds this way, for otherwise we would never have had the pleasure of knowing this wonderful pawson as we do now.
His unique brand of humour, his extraordinary wit, his childlike enthusiasm and his dedication to save the unique wildlife of our planet is an inspiration that is powerful enough to motivate both the old and young alike.
No wonder his work lives on after him and is very efficiently carried on by the Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust
Mummy came across ‘My Family and Other Animals’ in a seconds-sale book store some years back.
At first she wasn’t very sure.
‘An autobiography you say?’ she enquired of the man who was trying hard to push this book into Mummy’s already stuffed bag.
And then Mummy read the prologue.
Well, Gerald Durrell doesn’t call it that. He calls it ‘The Speech for the Defence’.
The moment she was through the first 5 lines she had decided, ‘Do you have any more of this author’s works?’
The shopkeeper was afraid he did not.
That didn’t deter her from researching this wonderful writer and over time we have collected many of his works.
You might be wondering about the words that were responsible for our instant change of heart about autobiographies.
The White Queen – Alice Through the Looking-Glass
This is the story of a five-year sojourn that I and my family made on the Greek island of Corfu. It was originally intended to be a mildly nostalgic account of the natural history of the island, but I made a grave mistake by introducing my family into the book in the first few pages. Having got themselves on paper, they then proceeded to establish themselves and invite various friends to share the chapters.
It was only with the greatest difficulty, and by exercising considerable cunning, that I managed to retain a few pages here and there which I could devote exclusively to animals.
Gerald Durrell dedicates this delightful book to his mother.
‘I should like to pay special tribute to my mother, to whom this book is dedicated. As my brother Larry rightly points out, we can be proud of the way we have brought her up; she is a credit to us.’
Never have we come across a more engrossing, delightful and amusing autobiography in our entire lives. Not that we read many autobiographies, we don’t. But this particular one is just ‘un –putdownable’!
It is amazing that a single man’s tale about his life with a fleet of animals and birds will prove to be so delightfully bewitching.
We can go on and on about Durrell but we chose to quote his brother Larry who has, very succinctly, summarised all that anyone could say about him.
‘The child is mad, snails in his pockets!’ – Lawrence Durrell, 1931
‘The child is mad, scorpions in matchboxes!’ - Lawrence Durrell, 1935
‘The child is mad, working in a pet shop!’ - Lawrence Durrell, 1939
‘The boy is mad, wanting to be a zoo keeper!’ - Lawrence Durrell, 1945
‘The man is mad, crawling about snake-infested jungles!’ - Lawrence Durrell, 1952
‘The man is mad, wanting to have a zoo!’ - Lawrence Durrell, 1958
‘The man is mad.
Invite him to stay and he puts an eagle in your wine cellar!’ - Lawrence Durrell, 1967
‘The man is mad.’ - Lawrence Durrell, 1972
Obviously, after getting engrossed in the enthralling ensemble of Gerald Durrell’s books, the only ‘E’ word that emerged is ‘ESMERALDA’.
To introduce Esmeralda to you as a pig would be nothing short of sacrilege for Monsieur Clot, to whom she belonged, regarded her with a reverence accorded to a saint!
Gerald Durrell’s encounter with this illustrious Esmeralda is worth a read.
Had it not been for his many sojourns, this specific one in a delectable little French village of Perigord, and for his wish to explore the glorious countryside that particular autumn afternoon, we would never have known of Esmeralda!
Presently, I sat down on the sturdy carcase of an elderly oak to enjoy my lunch and just as I had finished there was a rustling in the dead ginger-coloured bracken and an enormous pig appeared. She was as surprised to see me as I was to see her. We gazed at each other with interest.
She had small golden eyes full of wisdom and mischief, her ears drooped down each side of her face like a nun’s habit.
She had about her an aura not, as one would assume, of pig but a delicate fragrant scent that conjured up spring meadows ablaze with flowers.
I had never smelt a pig like her.
Durrell proceeded to lure her into his station wagon, drove down to the village inn he was staying in and found the redoubtable owner, Jean.
‘Oh!la la!’ said Jean. ‘It is Esmeralda. Oh, Monsieur Clot will be out of his mind. You must take her back to him at once, Monsieur. Monsieur Clot thinks the world of that pig. You must take her back immediately.’
‘Monsieur Clot lives in “Les Arbousier ’s”, he said.
‘And where is that?’ I asked.
‘You know, his land joins on to Monsieur Mermod’s.’
‘I don’t know Monsieur Mermod.’
‘Oh, but you must know him, he’s our carpenter. He lives down in the valley by the river.
Well, you drive through the village.’
‘That way,’ he said, and pointed.
‘You turn left at Mademoiselle Hubert’s house and…’
‘I don’t know Mademoiselle Hubert or her house. What does it look like?’
‘It is brown.’
‘All the houses in the village are brown. How can I recognise it?’
He thought deeply.
‘Ah’, he said at last, ‘today is Thursday. So she will be cleaning. So, elfin, she will hang her little red mat out of the bedroom window.’
‘Today is Tuesday.’
‘Ah, you are right. If it is Tuesday, she will be watering her plants.’
‘So I turn left at the brown house where the lady is watering her plants. What then?’
‘You drive past the war-memorial, past Monsieur Pelligot’s house and then, when you come to the tree, you turn left.’
‘The tree at the turning where you turn left.’
‘The whole of Perigord is filled with trees. The roads are lined with trees. How can I distinguish this tree from the others?’
Jean looked at me in astonishment.
‘Because it is the tree against which Monsieur Herolte killed himself,’ he said, ‘and it is where his widow goes and lays a wreath in his memory on the anniversary of his death. You can tell by the wreath.’
‘When did he die?’
‘It was in June1950,sixth or seventh, I can’t be sure. But certainly June.’
‘We are now in September – will the wreath still be there?’
‘Oh, no, they clear it away when it fades.’
‘So is there any other way of identifying that tree?’
‘It is an oak,’ he said.
‘The countryside is full of oaks – how will I know this particular one?’
‘It has a dent in it.’
‘So there I turn left. Where is Monsieur Clot’s house?’
‘Oh,you can’t miss it. It is a long, low,white building, a real oldstyle farmhouse.’
‘So I just look for a white farmhouse.’
‘Yes, but you can’t see it from the road.’
‘Then how will I know when I am there?’
He thought about it carefully.
‘There is a little wooden bridge with one plank missing,’
He said. ‘That is Monsieur Clot’s drive.’
Whether Durrell manages to find Monsieur Clot's farmhouse and bring back Esmeralda to him is for you to find out!
We envisage that our efforts at reviewing Gerald Durrell’s books have left you duly enamoured by this enchanting man and that you are sufficiently enticed to go explore his enthralling world yourself.
Well, buy, beg, borrow or steal one if you have to, but please just go read Durrell.
As for ‘Esmeralda’, her story is the first in the collection published as ‘Marrying off Mother and Other Stories.’
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
We are just so very thankful.
We definitely have the BEST friends in all of blogdom. For that matter, the Best Friends one can ever wish for.
We have been so, so behind in blog visits and commenting and stuff, of late.
But in spite of that, you have all been with us and have always taken the time to come visit us.
Not only do you visit us, you actually patiently trounce the all prevailing blogger owes and leave us the most wonderful, kindest and the most touching comments.
Thank you so very much from the bottom of our hearts. We cherish all the friendships we have found here. Sometimes, we feel they are more real than the real ones, if you know what we mean.
We want so much to be able to go visit each and every one of you. But things have been pretty crazy around here, what with our shifting plans and Mummy’s work.
We tried hard to squeeze in our Valentine Day post- yes, a very special post too in honour of our little brother Shadow – and raced against time to make it on D-Day, but Time outraced us!
If you noticed it, our V-Day post was on the 15th of Feb!!
We were a little upset. But then we decided it was alright.
After all it is not the day that matters as much as the thought behind celebrating it.
V-Day is actually just a reminder for us to spread a little love, friendship and joy. So what if we do it a day later.
We hope you all had a fabulous day and hugged and kissed everypuppy you love in this world.
And in the process, also got some nice pressies and treats.
We had a quiet day at home with Daddy while Mummy worked the ENTIRE day!
(Daddy is done with his notice period and will soon be relieved from work and is, these days enjoying being a full time house-husband! We think Mummy is a tiny-winy bit jealous that he gets to stay home and do whatever he likes, while she has to go to work!)
It being a Monday did not help matters. Like Lola had mentioned, it is certainly not Mummy’s favourite day of the week since it is usually the busiest.
But she did fix us a special dinner – Mummy special tomato-chicken and loads of bones.
There wasn’t any cake though.
Now, ever since Booker’s Mama told our Mummy how to make a strawberry shortcake, we have been dying to have some.
Ah! For some nice, juicy cake!
Sadly, it is already too hot for fresh strawberries in this part of the world. Or for Blueberries or Raspberries or any other berry for that matter.
But berries or no berries, we think Mummy should at least bake us a plain old vanilla cake and top it with whipped cream. We are ready to settle for that.
We will definitely let you know if our luck turns!
(Thanks, Google, for this picture. Maybe Mummy will be inspired by it!)
And we hope Mummy will manage to help us visit everybody by the time this week ends. That is a good long rope, don’t you think?
Ginger, Buddy n shadow
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
We LOVE YOU Heaps, Shadow Baby.
We think YOU make the CUTEST Valentine in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD!
Wags and hugs,
Ginger, Buddy, Mummy and Daddy
HAPPY HAPPY VALENTINE’s Day, Everypuppy!