Friday, 20 November 2015

Friday 20 November 2015

I grieve so deeply for the human casualties of the despicable travesties visited upon my neighbours and friends in France.

But few, if any, think a mere dog is worthy of grief.

When PAPD Officer David Lim was calling and crying for his fallen canine partner Sirius, he was berated by a Fire Officer for "eulogizing a f*cking dog". I don't judge between sentient beings.
Whatever species, colour, beliefs, nationality or race, we ALL - to a one - as mammals weep salt water tears and bleed red blood when we hurt.
The death of just one diminishes us ALL. Regardless of species.
And so:-
Alors, Nous sommes appelés Jasper-Horatio et Gisèle-Stephanie. Mais, aujourd'hui, nous sommes à la fois - ‪#‎jesuisdiesel‬.

Bonne nuit, mes amies.
Votre Jasper xx

Thursday, 19 November 2015

Thursday 19 November 2015

Je m'appelle Gisèle.  Mais, aujourd h'ui, JeSuisDiesel.

(c) BBC
Tweet showing image of police dog with the slogan

Repose en paix avec Sirius, le PAPD chien de 9/11.

Monday, 16 November 2015

Monday 16 November 2015

Je m'appelle Gisele. Je non comprenez pas les attaques de la belle France. C'est incroyable. Tres, tres tragique. Moi, je ne comprends pas.

129 (et plus possible) victimes. 129. Les touts sont dans ma coeur.

Et pourqois?! Pourqois les touts morts?

Mais, je suis seulment un petit chienne d'Angleterre. Je ne sais pas pourqois...

Mon Coeur ne marche pas. Je suis avec touts mes amies Francais de cette fois. Mes amies; je t'aime. Je t'aime.

Repose en paix, touts mes amies en Paris, et le tout de France. Mon Dieu. x

Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Wednesday 30 September 2015

Today marked the end of an era.  My partner passed her last day in the office in the yard where once Ewan, Fizzy and I ran and played.  Her job has changed and she has moved to a different location.

It was a sad break with many happy memories.  Not only were many happy hours passed there, with numerous japes and adventures (all to be found in earlier entries on this post), it was from that office that I began my final journey, with the fond wishes of colleagues and friends ringing in my tired ears.

It was ALSO the setting for the occasion when I espied a tiny, gimlet-eyed terrier puppy of great beauty and possessed of a saucy smile.  She was so tiny and young that she could not be let out of the van in which she sat as she had not had her first injections - so she remained a mere vision.

No longer.  Little did I imagine that she would one day be so instrumental in helping to dry my partners' tears.

My partner has promised Gisèle that they will return to the much-loved woodlands for walks.  My partner's parents will be caring for sweet 'Sèle during the days from now on, as she is not permitted to accompany my partner to her new office.  This, too, represents an unhappy breach; yet we must be thankful that my partner still has a job in these troubled times - and a job that will offer interesting challenges and oportunities.  Gisèle believes that she will have new interesting challenges and opportunities too.  She thinks that she will be able to easily hoodwink my partner's parents into giving in to her every wish.  I fear she will be swiftly undeceived.

I have much more to share with you on my partner's recent brush with death and hospital sojourn.  But the hour grows late and rest ought not to be delayed; tomorrow brings the start of a new era for my partner and little Gisèle...


Sunday, 6 September 2015

Sunday 6 September 2015

A brief explanation of our silence: My partner has been ill - seriously so and, over the past ten days, mortally so. For nine of these past days she has been in (and, indeed, this message is written from) hospital.

On Monday night we faced each other directly once again; I went to walk her Home.

But it was not her time so, as her sleep grew easy once more, I stole silently away. My duty was unneeded.

My partner is now recuperating steadily and an imminent release from hospital is anticipated, though there may still be some challenges to face in the weeks ahead.

But face them we will - and our courage shall not be found wanting. The all will soon be told.

Until then; good night.

Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Wednesday 29 July 2015

Nothing of note to report from the battlefield of "No Dogs' Land".  There have been advances, withdrawals and temporary truces on both sides - but nothing to mark any significant progress on either side.

The battle-lines have long been drawn at my former dwelling, my partner's parents' house, between Gisèle and a doughty rodent whom we shall name "Rockery Mouse".

For most of last summer, Gisèle would painstakingly dismantle the small rockery in the garden, stone by stone, in pursuit of a mouse of sorts whose presence in the vicinity was really rather obvious.  Failing success in that part of his haunt, she continued to stalk him behind the garden tool-store, at the back of the seedling shelves and below some spare paving slabs.  She - occasionally accompanied by a completely indifferent Betty - succeeded in smoking-out a large and grumpy toad, who wasted no time in telling her to go away, but drew a blank wherever the wily mouse was concerned.

I had better fortune in seeing the mouse - my limited presence being less alarming to nervous creatures.  I have to bark that his appearance was somewhat unusual, being something more than a mouse yet something less than a rat.  I recalled the occasion some years ago when an odd specimen literally dropped from the sky into my garden - Here - and wondered if sweet 'Sèle's present nemesis could be one of his descendants.  Well, I bark, one of his descendants - for there are now several.  The lone mouse that has haunted the garden for at least a year has become several.  He must have acquired himself a mate and the inevitable babes that fruit from such an union. 

The presence of a number of mice has seemingly been confirmed by Gisèle's recent antics in tearing up not only the rockery but also two of my partner's parents' garden borders and a carefully-planted large flower tub.  Gisèle was NOT popular when the aftermath of her industry was discovered - to the extent that a large section of the garden has been fenced-off to prevent her access with no less than TWO sections of fencing.  Thwarted again!  But those who know Gisèle may appreciate that she will not be thwarted for long.

"I's calling in professional help." she grumbled, as her soil and compost-covered self was hauled away in disgrace by my partner.

"Oh yes?" I responded, one eyebrow quizzically raised, wondering who she could have in mind. Betty was sufficiently indifferent to the mouse issue as to rule out any application for her assistance.

"Yes." replied Giz.  "I need advice from a professional.  I's not letting this go."
"No!  I'm going to get advice.  I's not losing this, not after all this time has happened."
"Who are you going to ask, Gizzy?"

"The best in the business, of course!" she declared. "I am going to get from the very, very best.  From Peaches."

Forgive my sceptical fatalism - but this is unlikely to end well.

Good night.

Wednesday, 1 July 2015

Wednesday 1 July 2015

The second great war has begun. One against several this time. Stay tuned for further updates from the frontline...