Dog of the day

I'm afraid I forgot the dog yesterday. This is a shocking oversight, for which I can only apologise. Here she is, with her noble profile:

Can't believe I forgot the dog

No DOG yesterday. What is wrong with me? A day is not a day without this face in it:

Dog of the Day

Love this slightly distant, enigmatic face. 

Dog of the Day

Can't you just hear the voice of Maggie Smith from Miss Jean Brodie: 'Posture, girls, posture.'

Dog of the Day

Here she is, sniffing the air:

Dog of the Day

We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults.  Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.  George Eliot

Dog of the Day

Here she is, in moody black and white, with her noble profile:

Oversight of the day

FORGOT THE DOG.

Dog of the Day

She's got her ball, she doesn't know about you:

Dog of the day

One from the archives, in nostalgic black and white:

Apology of the Day

So sorry I have slightly abandoned this blog, especially as it is just finding its feet. I finished writing my book last night, and it left me good for nothing, so all I can offer by way of expiation is this small piece of beauty.

At least there is something lovely for you to rest your Saturday eyes upon. Normal service will resume very shortly.

So sorry

No posts today. Deadline fever too strong; time too short; brain too overloaded. Pathetic, I know. The dog looks really quite put out. What do you MEAN, no posts today???:

Dog of the Day

Doing noble face:

And speaking of dogs

I feel that this one would have distinguished herself in the war. Can't you just imagine her lifting those RAF hearts with her loveliness?

Dog of the Day

I spent fifteen minutes throwing the ball. That is why she has that look on her face. 

Without which a day would be nothing

Unwavering gaze of the day

Dog of the Day

Shot in retro black and white, so she may look like Hedy Lamarr:

Dog of the Day

Well, a day is not a day without a look at this face:

Monday Dog

I am very, very Monday morning-ish. Even though it is now Monday afternoon. I have work to do and annoying emails to reply to and letters to write and the sky is the colour of old washing and the wind is blowing at seventy miles an hour and I am grumpy and cross and want to go and hide in a hole. I imagine that there are other people suffering the same Monday crash. So I give you dog beauty, which is the least I can do on a dark day. Because look, look: