The route we walk
Is often dictated
Not by me,
But my wee dog.
She leads the way
Of smells and sights
She can detect
Often, from afar.
Like minded souls
Out walking their dogs
Are governed by their
Faithful companion
In where they go
And to whom
They meet.
By
Preobrazhenskii © 2011
I am reluctant
To leave
The comfort
Of my day bed.
Whilst the need
For the outdoors
Is appealing
So too
The need
For sleep.
By
Preobrazhenskii © 2011
I am the Princess
In my father’s place
Regal in status
My throne
A comfy chair.
All who enter
Must bid me greetings
For I shall not move
From this chair.
Born of Ireland
My status is evident
For all to see
Ruby in colour
Cavalier King Charles
Now, I shall expect
A bow.
By
Preobrazhenskii © 2011
I sit and ponder
Often on these steps
Gaze out into a world
Of hectic pace and speed.
My life is tranquil and caring
As I follow the many
Park of green and leaves
Friends often come and play
Dogs day out
If only some owners
New the meaning of life.
And yet
I often prefer
These steps of cold
As I sit and ponder
If only for a wee while
Philosophy of mind
I often, do best.
By
Kirra © 2011
Continental of vision
So to that of aroma
As wafting in the
Cold morning air
One can be forgiven
For thinking, you are now
In France, enjoying that
Continental theme.
Alas, all to soon
The realisation
As traffic in haste
Shouts and horns
All eager to find a space
In a make-shift car park
They always leave their trace.
Continental of vision
And so to, that of aroma
I remember you well
Thoughts flood back
Of enjoyment and taste
As the hurried life
Often passed me by.
By
Preobrazhenskii © 2011
The way home
Varied and full
Of sights and smells
Am eager to come again.
The park of many
We, so often see
Enjoying the scene
Just like me.
Leaves in abundance
Carpet the scene
With multitudes of colour.
Squirrels, frequently
Catch my eye
If only they would stay
Alas, they are gone
In the blink of an eye.
Exhausted am I
And my owner too.
Adventures in the park
Come and visit too.
By
Preobrazhenskii © 2011
Demise of hot days
Summer sunshine
Butterflies and bees
T shirts and ice cold coke.
** Kirra and friend **
Ice cream and strawberries
Salads, including cucumber
All now replaced by
Hot drinks and stew.
Sandals stored away
I now wear boots
Fleece coat and warm mittens
All essential as the cold wind
I often feel, shall, bring snow.
Short days
And long nights
Walks are less frequent
Replaced instead
Hot radiators and tv.
Gone are the days
Of summer sun
Short and brief
It may have been
If only its demise
Had been delayed
How wonderful
It would have been.
By
Preobrazenskii © 2011
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I dream of a distant past
Of a land where I was born.
Rugged hills
And windswept street
Atlantic ocean, often
At my feet.
This land of my birth
Perhaps I shall see once more.
As I gaze upon this
Forest of green
And smell the salt air.
It reminds me of my
Emerald Isle
The place where I
Was born.
By
Preobrazhenskii © 2011
This is Kirra when she first arrived at my home. The weather was terrible, heavy rain, gale force winds and she had just come over from the mainland to the island I was living on.
She has now greatly improved with a lovely canvas travel carrier, which she loves. as her quiet moments. She is still my Irish Princess (having been born in Ireland).
The abbey grounds and park are great locations for dog walkers and for anyone who wishes to enjoy the quiet of the day.
Perhaps even more so, when the bells chime on a Sunday morning.
Kirra had her photo taken in the park the other Sunday. As it was a pet parade organised by our local newspaper.
Upon checking their website, I found my loving companion, but under the name of ‘Amelia’.
I will have to call into their office on Monday and have this corrected, before the photos of all the dogs are published in the local newspaper this coming Friday.
After all my Kirra needs to be recognised under her own name.
This is the hospital I was admitted, after having had a heart attack.
My GP was excellent throughout, she walked with me from the surgery to the Emergency Unit. Professional and Caring, and although very young, she has the right qualities for her role as a GP.
I am forever in her debt. I commend her actions.
To all those who are running in the GREAT NORTH RUN, and raising much needed funds for both local and national Charities.
WE SALUTE YOU.
Enjoy the day :)
One could be forgiven, upon viewing this photo
My poor dog, has to decide upon her mode of transport.
Greek restaurant
By night, during the day – English.
I would luv to visit and try out some of the dishes, but dad says it’s past my bed time.
As the photo portrays my dog outside a French Restaurant and a French vehicle alongside.
One could be forgiven, in thinking, we were in France.
Cold is the night
On this a moon lit night.
Condensation on windows
No sleep this night
As aching bones
And bronchial disease
The need instead
Survive the night.
Damp are the clothes
Soiled of days
Discarded the many
Once neatly packed
Change of clothing, plus one towel
My cleanliness, is brief
As a mud soaked floor
And a shower of 50pence
Deprives me of all status
As Homeless, here you can find.
Days of cold and rain
Frequent of these British Isles
No place to dry
As the nights become longer
The urgency is apparent
Need to survive.
Viewed with suspicion
No friends in sight
Stench of damp clothing
This is my plight.
Black are the clouds
Of another rain filled sky
Black is the depression
That now soaks my eyes.
Gaze upon a moon lit night
From the comfort of your home
Think not of the homeless
Brothers and sisters
Cold is the night
They must endure the plight.
Stale bread and water
My diet of the night
Is this life?
You have status
Remember, so too
Once, had ‘I’.
By
Preobrazhenskii ©2011
Here you can clearly see my dog leaving the old gaol. One might say she had a Saturday night on the tiles and ended up here.
although she has a good alibi, she kept me awake most of the night, with her snoring (curled up in her basket).
Time out, after an exhausting walk with my Dad.
Now the need to curl up behind the curtains, is essential for one’s snooze.
I do have lots of other places, however, behind the curtains has become a favourite of mine.
Do you like to hide out somewhere – for a snooze?
The rail line is not used as much today, as in the past. However, the speed of the commuter train does mean the importance of being alert when crossing with one’s dog.
I could see the train some distance away, at the station (stationery I am pleased to say).
It is still an obstacle course to negotiate with steps (which my dog does not like to go up) or the gate, which one has to quite literally lift up to open and close. I am exhausted at each end of the line. All to enable us to enjoy a run in the park and watch the golfers at the club.
When you have a cavalier, you just know that you will be going on an adventure.
How creative are we, in our own homes?
I love to view Google images (as this image shows), as one can often be given some wonderful ideas for colour schemes etc throughout one’s own home.
Of course, being a dog owner and a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, at that, does require Royal approval.
Toys have a fascination for all our pets, and the joy in sharing in the fun can be rewarding.
However, the exclusion of the sofa, can be problematic, especially if company is expected.
I am not the best traveller, especially when it comes to a bus.
And when outdoors recently the North Wind blew so much, it brought a tree down, just missing the summer house.
Sometimes, it seems, staying indoors can be far more appealing.
What do you think?
When you have a Cavalier, you know, everyone will ignore you, in favour of your beautiful Cavalier.
And with such appealing eyes, personality and exemplary manners - we humans can never compete
Should I stay on Wordpress?
or
Should I move to Blogger?
The decisions of blogging and, where best I would be happy for all to see my delightful Cavalier King Charles as well as to read some of daily existence of philosophy of life.
Anyone willing to decide for me?
Kirra has always been reluctant to go near the water, unless of course, it is in her favourite drinking bowl.
However, she can be quite ‘heart stopping’ as she approaches the edge, hence my keeping a tight reign on her lead.
Obviously, smells attracted her to the edge, and quite possibly, she saw a bird or two.
