A while back now we went to the dump recycling site to take some wood and cardboard to recycle. I saw a big wood framed floor standing mirror, 5ft6″ big. No serious faults, just scratched varnish. I have honestly wanted one of these for years. What a waste. You can’t officially take things from the tip, its the recycling company or councils property once its left. I walked over to the gentleman working and said it was a waste can I rescue it? The reply was clever “that mirror Miss? I am sure it came from your car, put it back if you like?” and winked. He couldn’t say yes, officially, but he helped me put it back in the car boot. 😉 Since then its been in the garage, on a to-do-list in my head. Well today I am fixing it.
It would be hard for regular blog readers to have not realised I adore my woofer. She was a rescue from Dogs Trust, she had been stray and severely underweight. She fitted in here so fast, and although we have only been in her life since October she is now utterly irreplaceable. She loves attention, and being a nuisance to the neighbours cats, and running on the muddy field, and (weirdly) the vets. Most dogs dislike posties and vets, not Freya – she hugs them – paws on to their tummies and wagging her tail super fast with her head squashing into them in a please please stroke me kind of way.
My little cutey with the attitude, Maggie rabbit, is ill. 50/50 chance ill. When I bought her for a tenner it felt like a rehome/rescue. She was living with a breeder who proudly said what a good mother Maggie was, and how I could get “decent money if you breed her.” Of course I wanted her to retire her immediately. The poor little bun was terrified of the people she was with and hated the male rabbits she was in tiny hutches next to.
My Freya is settling in but does have a bad chewing habit. Plastic objects in particular, such as wheels from KNEX Jen forgot to put away, the dosing lids off of laundry soap liquid, and kids drinking tumblers. She’s a little monkey really. Whilst it’s very cute, it’s not great as it means I always have to watch her and can’t leave her home alone. I was advised by the Dogs trust she needs “indoor kennel training” which basically means allowing her to use a doggy cage in the house so it becomes normal, just another bit of furniture. I disliked the idea of cages, or crates as they’re called now, but it makes sense with a dog like Freya. She likes to nest and bury herself in blankets or the kids coats or anything she can grab that’s fabric and she could nest in a crate. Her issue is […]
I love wildlife, and around here we get rather a variety if you are looking. Birds, badgers, foxes, hedgehogs, wild rabbits, mice, owls and bats are common here. I encourage it all, except the foxes. I like foxes from a distance, but as I have pet chickens and bunnies I don’t like them too close. Bats.org.uk has some handy tips on gardening for bats and making bat boxes. For attracting the cute fluffy wildlife you need shelter and food! Ideally hedges for something to hide in/under, and grass with native wild flowers as this is what they munch outside of your garden after all. You can buy lawn seed premixed with wild flower seeds, talk about easy peasy! I put this in my garden today. Mainly in my fruit and flower bed and then patched the lawn. The RSPB is also great for information on encouraging wildlife, it’s not just […]
Today I’ve been sorting old hand bags out. I had *cough* 6 fully loaded but abandoned hand bags. Some haven’t been touched for a year, I know this because they had “work” paperwork in. Most of them had complete make up in, foundation, pressed powder, lipsticks and glosses, eye shadow and more. Sadly some of this was out of date and some was dried up. Amongst all the old make up I had a few nice compacts. My favourite was a big Boots No.7 Christmas gift set. I loved this, until the eye shadow smashed in my bag about a year and a half ago. I threw it in the cupboard black hole and forgot all about it.
Thanks to my nice therapist, Doctor Dave as I call him, my dog phobia has gone. I’m only worried by potentially dangerous dogs, dogs snarling and pulling on their leads. I’ve been asking strangers “can I stroke your dog” a lot more, previously this was my son Jen’s nagging, “mummy can we see that woofer?” “OK Jen, ask it’s grown up if it’s ok first”, “no, mummy, you ask”. I’ve not been crossing the road to avoid people’s pets, I’ve been able to deal with them the same as most other grown ups do. As I adore animals, the desire to rehome has kicked in now I’m not terrified by them. When I was younger my rescued mongrel runt, Ben, saved my life. There is definitely a bond between me and stray/rescued pets. Maybe they see it in my eyes I’ve suffered abuse when I was young myself, perhaps they […]