Let us ride together, Blowing mane and hair, Careless of the weather, Miles ahead of care, Ring of hoof and snaffle, Swing of waist and hip, Trotting down the twisted road With the world let slip. Anonymous riding song.
Along for the ride:
Sunday, August 1, 2010
It has been a very long time since I was covered in kisses to this extent. Albeit milky, nuzzling, purring kisses with more nibble action as her chompers have grown in.
I started putting some canned kitten chow into the milk bottle every so often over the last few days, to get Sparkles used to different taste and texture. I have also attempted to teach her to lap from a bowl, one of the messiest endeavors imaginable. Feet, face, fur plastered in goop and then pawfully shared up my arms, neck, face, into my hair and all over my glasses. Just wiping Sparkles off with a damp wash cloth induced a pathetic shivering attack and she had to be wrapped in towels and hugged with her hot water bottle until she warmed up again.
Sparkles decided this morning that she did not want to be bottle fed any more. By this evening's feed she has pretty much mastered the technique, without my needing to wade into the dish with her. (The dish is the screw cap from a sauer-craute jar; perfect size and height for her).
Princess Sparkles is officially weaned. She'll be asking for the car keys next.
If I were a tree, I would be a London Plane. I am gregarious but enjoy solitude. I am English in my heart and soul, but still have room for other nations. I have lived in six countries and picked up a French husband along the way. We have a wonderful, kind, strong-minded daughter who has become a "Human of whom to be proud". I am a magnet for the lost. I foster collies (and collie cousins and the occasional, accidental, cat or crow). Those I have saved have saved me in return. I notice the world around me and often talk to strangers. Traveling alone is interesting, liberating and fulfilling. I am good at most things that I undertake but have few formal qualifications. I am able to have and treasure friends with whom I disagree about almost everything. My life is not over. Who knows where I am headed?
A ponyism is one of Life's Truths perceived from the perspective of an Effing Pony: - Life's a Bluff! - Those who aspire to make their mark on this world must expect to scrape some skin on the walls of experience. - The greatest value of money is as the currency of Hope.
- To be an Ass or an Asset, that is the question?
-Selective memory is but the first step on the path to magical thinking.
-Not all Baggage comes with wheels. -When your hero is a horse you are less likely to be disappointed than were he a human.
-Unfortunately, great wealth does not always equate with class.
-A dick, surrounded by puppies, remains a dick. -What better antidote to evil than kittens? -Any time you have something heavy, ready to drop, your cat will sit right below and look up at you.