I walked the 2 pups for the couple I work for yesterday. Too rambunctious to walk together, so first we took George, who waded through the river happily. Later we took Fred, who walked in the water and promptly laid down, a happy puppy wet-bellied and in his element! They are mutts, but I often say the latter carries the lab gene of a stomach with legs. I guess he has the water loving gene too ;)
As mentioned above she was banned in many places @1950’s. What I am assuming is ‘the good old days’ for you, please forgive me if I am wrong. From Wikipedia (I know, not always reliable, but they have references)
Blyton’s work became increasingly controversial among literary critics, teachers, and parents beginning in the 1950s due to the alleged unchallenging nature of her writing and her themes, particularly in the Noddy series. Some libraries and schools banned her works, and from the 1930s until the 1950s, the BBC refused to broadcast her stories because of their perceived lack of literary merit. Her books have been criticised as elitist, sexist, racist, xenophobic, and at odds with the more progressive environment that was emerging in post-World War II Britain, but updated versions of her books continue to be popular since her death in 1968.
My friend rescued a kitten who would climb her like that. As an aside, he was originally brought into the refuge we volunteered at as a baby wild animal. They were kinda right, he was always a wild one ;)
Elvis is reminding me of a time when my kitty was prescribed a medication whose side effect made her act in ways not typical for my snuggly little love bug. The side effect? Paranoia! She broke through TWO doors in the middle of the night to stare evilly at me while I feigned sleep! A frantic call to the vet the next morning gave me my explanation. Thankfully she did not need to remain on those meds. I am not proud of my behavior on that phone call…. lack of sleep and fear of life is no excuse, but I may have told off an innocent receptionist.
I walked the 2 pups for the couple I work for yesterday. Too rambunctious to walk together, so first we took George, who waded through the river happily. Later we took Fred, who walked in the water and promptly laid down, a happy puppy wet-bellied and in his element! They are mutts, but I often say the latter carries the lab gene of a stomach with legs. I guess he has the water loving gene too ;)