FRIDAY NIGHT DOG BLOG – PARTY ANIMALS

Human beings it has been said are “community animals”, a variation and more accurate translation of Aristotle’s political animals. So I was wondering this week what would be a good description for the dogs.

It occurs to me they might be described as party animals, but not in the political sense, although they relish the company of other dogs, or at least have elaborate means to get along. They seem to enjoy, not so much music, as food, especially treats. There is a suggestion around here there has been too much enjoyment of late.

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That might account for the sunny dispositions that  both Sasha . . .

. . .and Dexter are displaying :

Cooper came visiting again this week on two occasions. He is quite comfortable in our front yard. I am not suggesting it is escape proof – I would not tempt fate – but I suppose the company of Sasha and Dexter is an attraction.

Covering all the angles:

Seeking the shade:

Close associates now:

Let’s move on then:

And the bottle brushes are now in bloom. So they should be in the picture somewhere, even if we have to brave the street.

We will go over and visit Friday Ark # 213 to see who has boarded for this week.

I had a lot of trouble selecting the video.  Oorvie suggested Pink Floyd , so  decided on Wish You Were Here:

Just for the record the lyrics:

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Postscript:

I am sure that the gentle reader has no idea of how much frustration these dog blogs can cause me, in terms especially of the time taken. Frustrations are often due to personal shortcoming and failings, and I notice the tendency to find objects for venting anger, resentment and at the extreme, hatred. The particular cause for my frustration is the music, since I have no idea about music. It probably serves me right, since I goofed off at music classes in secondary school.

I have just noticed, I have replicated the collage. No problems, I will fix it.