A love so rare and true

I be havin' a sentimental moment last night, inspired by a bad thin' what happened t' a matey`s dogs what required me t' concentrate on good intentions fer the'r safety. Thoughts like this always make me feel th' love I be havin' fer me own dogs e'en more keenly. I knelt on th' deck an' hugged Cap'n Spike t' me, his hade pressed against me chest, runnin' me hands o'er his aft an' his legs, gloryin' in th' love an' life poundin' in his deep narrow keel an' his warm fur.

He listed into me fer a wee minutes, lovin' me aft wi' all his great heart, then he pulled loose, laughed in me face an' leapt on one o' th' kittens` paper bags an' capered madly round th' flat happily rippin' 't t' pieces; then he came an' humped me arm while Squish Cabin Boy had an outraged yappin' fit. I love me dogs.

I love me heartys` dogs as well, an' things look better fer them this mornin'. Aye!

In other news, I found a way t' put me list o' tags on me link list, an' lookin' at all th' tags together I could be seein' a whole bunch o' redundant an' duplicate ones (fer example, "dogpuke" an' "dog puke" as two separate tags) so I spent a happy hour fiddlin' wi' them before gettin' bored. This be what happens when I eyeball hopefulnebula`s journal. I even, fer a mad moment, entertained th' idee o' becomin' a support volunteer, but after readin' th' relevant FAQ section I came aft t' reality. They need swabbies who actually know what they's doin' an' that t'ain't really me.

In other volunteerin' news, me dear ol' Mum be returned t'Grimmauld Place an' I be supposed t' go o'er thar this afternoon an' swab decks. I be actually quite happy t' do 't, fer once. Today be a fairly nay-feeling-bilge water tide, an' I need t' be havin' Mum owin' me a favour rather than th' other way round, what wi' takin' on extra cats I may be havin' trouble affordin'.

An' she`s homeport! That means I`ve got me dogsitter back from Davey Jones' Locker! Arrrr mateys!!!

't also means I`d better do somethin' about me trashed bunkroom this week, at least if I erewant t' be rammed, boarded an' sunk again. Hmmm.
Ya horn swogglin' scurvy cur!

( Translation fer scurvy landlubbers )

A love so rare and true

I be havin' a sentimental moment last night, inspired by a bad thin' what happened t' a matey`s dogs what required me t' concentrate on good intentions fer the'r safety. Thoughts like this always make me feel th' love I be havin' fer me own dogs e'en more keenly. I knelt on th' deck an' hugged Cap'n Spike t' me, his hade pressed against me chest, runnin' me hands o'er his aft an' his legs, gloryin' in th' love an' life poundin' in his deep narrow keel an' his warm fur.

He listed into me fer a wee minutes, lovin' me aft wi' all his great heart, then he pulled loose, laughed in me face an' leapt on one o' th' kittens` paper bags an' capered madly round th' flat happily rippin' 't t' pieces; then he came an' humped me arm while Squish Cabin Boy had an outraged yappin' fit. I love me dogs.

I love me heartys` dogs as well, an' things look better fer them this mornin'. Aye!

In other news, I found a way t' put me list o' tags on me link list, an' lookin' at all th' tags together I could be seein' a whole bunch o' redundant an' duplicate ones (fer example, "dogpuke" an' "dog puke" as two separate tags) so I spent a happy hour fiddlin' wi' them before gettin' bored. This be what happens when I eyeball hopefulnebula`s journal. I even, fer a mad moment, entertained th' idee o' becomin' a support volunteer, but after readin' th' relevant FAQ section I came aft t' reality. They need swabbies who actually know what they's doin' an' that t'ain't really me.

In other volunteerin' news, me dear ol' Mum be returned t'Grimmauld Place an' I be supposed t' go o'er thar this afternoon an' swab decks. I be actually quite happy t' do 't, fer once. Today be a fairly nay-feeling-bilge water tide, an' I need t' be havin' Mum owin' me a favour rather than th' other way round, what wi' takin' on extra cats I may be havin' trouble affordin'.

An' she`s homeport! That means I`ve got me dogsitter back from Davey Jones' Locker! Arrrr mateys!!!

't also means I`d better do somethin' about me trashed bunkroom this week, at least if I erewant t' be rammed, boarded an' sunk again. Hmmm.
Ya horn swogglin' scurvy cur!

( Translation fer scurvy landlubbers )