I thought I'd start today's diary note with a very sad message - one of Master Craig's back muscles will snap, tear or otherwise deform each time a person doesn't vote for my site. (You can vote at http://www.webawards.info.au/index.html - I'm listed under the categories of Arts & Entertainment and Innovative or Original Content.)
Let me explain....
Yesterday, Master Craig, Ellie and I went for a walk up to the local shop to get the morning paper (Master Craig gets it so that he has all the television times in order to plan his week). Anyway, as we were walking back, he had his arm extended (I was trying to get to some delighful smelling garden refuse) and, at the same time, he coughed (he's been suffereing from an upper respiratory tract infection/bronchitus visited upon him by the vivacious Young Master Elliot in a frenzy of suspended airborne disease). Well, his poor little back muscles just couldn't cope and decided to snap....
He spent the last day of his long weekend prone - you might ask whether it really was going to be all that different anyway. The downside is that walks may be few until he mends - so don't forget to help him by voting!
Back to more important matters - Ellie and I have been watching a BBC production on the last century. They've got a whole lot of 100+ year olds to talk about the century.
This week, it was all about the very early part of this century - eg. Bleriot flying across the English Channel, the Russian Duma etc. One of the most interesting parts was a lady's story about how her father had to choose between powering their house by gas or the new-fangled electricity. He spoke to a person with the power company who advised that electricity was a passing fad - he chose gas.
It all got me thinking about dogs. I suspect that all this whoo-haa about how things have changed is all a bit anthro-centric. I can remember my great-grandfather talking about having to get out of the way of moving horses, but I still have to get out of the way of moving cars - nothing really has changed.
I can also remember my dad talking about late nights in front of the fire - well, maybe that has changed - I seem to only be able to talk about late nights shivering next to Ellie outside in the cold without even a backyard internet connection.
Maybe, the internet is one of the big changes this century for dogs. I remember my father talking about his mailing list - he was actually referring to snail mail! Times have really changed in that respect. Yet, there are many dogs in the third world who don't even have electricity or a 486 computer for that matter.
When you think about it, a century isn't all that long. Remember that Star Trek has been around for almost that long. It's only Voyager and Deep Space 9 that have arisen in very recent times.
I don't know why they make such a fuss about a whole 14 human years anyway....
Well, let's have a look in the mailbag - Only one letter to reply to from Samantha:
"Roge and Ellie, Big news at our homestead!! The other night I was laying watch as usual. Vigilant as ever when I heard a noise that didn't belong. Upon finding the source of the sound I decided to further investigate. It was comming from the young rabbits cage. I looked in to find Velvet the brown rabbit hiding several squirming things under her. These things were making unusual squeeking noises. I thought there is something amiss here so I immediately awoke Mistress Linda. Mistress ran into the room based on my findings. She then ran and awoke Mistress Lisa. The two of them seemed in shock. All of a sudden they took the other rabbit Satin out of his home and placed him into his oun home. A strange time to get a new home. Then everything became quiet. As I now understand the rabbit had seven babies. Mistress Linda kept saying the guy at the pet shop said they were both females. We now have seven additional little rabbits. I must ask for a raise in pay. Babysitting seven additional animals is hard work you know. Do you know of a babysitters union I could join? I did get many extra treats for waking Mistress Linda. Samantha, the vigilant."
Samantha, sounds like you've been busy!
We used to have a rabbit - it was actually named "Satan" - sounds very similar to your one. Unfortunately, our rabbit went rabid (try saying "our rabbit went rabid" quickly three times with a mouthful of food).
Satan would disappear for a day or two at a time and would come back all drenched in dried blood. Mistress Liz wanted to get rid of it (especially after Young Master Elliot was born), but Master Craig, Ellie and I would like to take it out hunting with us, since it would track down other rabbits and force them out of their holes.
Unfortunately, Satan died recently.
We later found out that it had gotten the taste for blood. A local farmer found it killing a sheep in one of his paddocks and winged it. Poor little Satan dragged himself home (together with a rather tasty side of mutton) and died at the back doorstep. I actually found the poor little guy.
Nevertheless, Ellie and I equally shared Satan and the mutton - it's the way Satan would've wanted it to be.
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