Mister Softie

Many are the wagging dogs who whip the air as if conducting symphonies of welcoming. [They are closely related to the dogs that twist at the the middle so far you fear they might split into a front end and a back end.] And many are the pups that love leaping [much as the fabled …

My Peach (Hello Eliot)

Oh the tell-tale tic-toc peach. The walking-on-the-beach with-no-where-really-to-go peach... and less the longing anyway for Swiss Alpine air Austria, Italy or anywhere - what with prescriptions and the need to know some unknown chemist could fill them. And who to leave the cat with now... now that none of the new neighbours have even introduced …

Paradise

           ...and some shall sow        and some shall weed             and some shall water        reap, collect the seed             and each shall know        how much they need             …

Bark-ku

I am going out you are not coming with me - a dog's life, Toby . .