You Have Done It Again Mr O

It is war again!!!

I replied to one of our followers that now that both of us have blogs the dog would get one, and it would be called the Pedigree and the Pound.  But could you wait?  Not on your Nelly.  You had to go and start Dog Daze.  You are forever banished to writing about Flynn and his antics.  Do not ever think about writing as if you are the Pedigree.  He is all mine and mine only.

Okay I have got that out of the way, I will introduce you to the Pedigree.  His name is Calahorra Victory and he is a pedigree Afghan Hound.  Oh no can I hear gasps of you asking why would I want to have one of those stupid dogs?  According to the list of intelligence in dogs the Border Collie is at the top and the Afghan Hound is at the bottom, and I have had both breeds. But although I enjoyed having my Border Collie my heart has always stayed with my afghans, especially my male, El Sadi Hey Jude aka Smooth.  We had this wonderful bond between the two of us and this is one trait that an Afghan has, they are a one person dog.

The Afghan hound is one of the most ancient breeds.  Most authors acknowledge the Afghan Hound history goes back 8,000 years.  Distinguished by its thick, fine, silky coat and its tail with a ring curl at the end the breed acquired its unique features in the cold mountains of Afghanistan. In his native land, Afghanistan, the Afghan Hound excelled as a hunter where he was used against a wide variety of wild game such as antelope, gazelle and snow leopard.

No other breed of dog can claim such exotic beauty and elegance as the Afghan Hound of today,  His whole appearance is one of dignity and aloofness with not trace of plainness or coarseness.  He has a straight front, proudly carried head, eyes gazing into the distance as if in the memory of ages past.  (he is a sight hound and therefore is long sighted which tends to make him jumpy when someone approaches from the side or behind).  The striking characteristics of the breed-exotic, or “Eastern,” expression , long silky topknot, peculiar coat pattern, very prominent hipbones, large feet and the impression of a somewhat exaggerated bend in the stifle due to profuse trousering-stand out clearly, giving the Afghan Hound the appearance of what he is, a king of dogs, that has held true to tradition through the ages.

He will stand 26-28 inches and will weigh about 60 pounds.   All colors are permissible, but color or color combinations are pleasing, white markings especially on the head, are undesirable When running free the Afghan Hound moves at a gallop, showing a great elasticity and spring in his smooth, powerful stride.  When on a loose lead, the Afghan can trot at a fast pace, stepping along, he has the appearance of placing the hind feet directly in the foot prints of the front feet, both thrown straight ahead.  Moving with head and tail high, the whole appearance of the Afghan Hound is one of great style and beauty.

Firewood at Ten Paces

Okay Mr O this toe business might begin the war of the Blogs.I could take it that you were being considerate and letting people know that I was not ignoring them, but girls can do anything and typing side saddle is a breeze.  I should know, I do it all the time at work because althought the set up is correct for the VDU unfortunately our patients do not stand in front of us they stand fortyfive degrees to the right.
I digress.  Mr O forgets to mention that two days before this load of firewood arrived, he had stacked another three meters before he went to work, and if you did not know before, you do now that he has a stuffed lower back as well.  As usual you order some wood from a wood merchant because the friend we get our wood from, at a much lower price, delivers it for free when he can, so you don't like to pressure him.  But when one load arrives inevitably the second lot arrives close on its heels.
And who has been stacking the wood for yonks before Mr O came along?  Mrs O of course.  Over the years it takes me longer because I listen to my back screaming "take a break or I will lock up and you won't be able to walk upright and movement will be accommpanied by screams".  I don't think that I came out with any expletives.  I was too busy hopping, as it happened to be the sharp end of a kamakazee piece of wood that hit just off centre of my right little toe, and I didn't want to frighten the dog any more than I was with the movements and contored facial expressions, than I was already.  He has this idea that if you are yelling then he has done something worng and slinks off until you can entice him back.
As for leaving it for Mr O to do, I hate to think when that would happen, as he is one of the worlds greatest procrastinators.  I would have been weeks before I could have got the car into the garage.  Thankyou to those who suggested he gets me a laptop, would be wonderful as usally I get half an hour before work on the computer as Mr O hogs it.  I only get it to myself on days when he works and I don't
I was amazed to read him mentioning that he could see other things that need doing by Mrs O of course, so maybe this war of words along with helful comments might mean that instead of just seeing them he does some instead

About This Bride

Yes Mrs O wore black.

Mr O wore black.

My son, who accompanied me into and sealed the sacred circle, wore black.

The ring bearer wore black.

The marriage celebrant wore black.

The chauffeur wore black.

The limo was not black, we could not find one, and so it was maroon.

The flower girl did not wear black; she was dressed as a pink fairy with white feather wings.

The chosen grand-daughter, aged 15 months, was a tiny pink fairy.

I have to confess that all this “blackness” was Mrs O’s idea.  It was interspersed a little with the “pink girls” and pink flowers.  I had already done the traditional white wedding bit and I did not want this wedding ceremony to be anything like it.  I think my dislike of white evolved from my nursing days.  As student nurses we wore white and as far as I am concerned it is the most impracticable color for this profession.  Think of the many fluids that you come in contact with that does not help it stay white.  I could not wait for the day I registered and I could wear green.  Alas the hospital decided to retire the green uniforms and keep them for the part-time staff so we were still left in white, long sleeved this time instead of short sleeved so there were even more areas to change to a different color.  After mumble mumble years of wearing white it completely disappeared from my wardrobe and has only made the odd appearance.  My mother would wring her hands in despair as out of uniform it was denim and black.  I still adore black, it does so much to hide what can be hidden, and it goes with everything else, so the majority of my wardrobe is still black.  I wonder if you can work out what two other colors form the majority of my wardrobe?  There is a hint from the wedding and from the background of the blog

My thanks go to Whit who gave this blog its title.  For those of you that have seen the wedding photos I did not enter the marriage with my eyes wide closed they were very much open as I married this wonderful man who has filled my life with love and laughter.

Mrs. O Has Arrived

Ahem. Mrs. Ornery here. At least I will be when I can get His Orneriness out of the way. This is where you come to learn what Ornery is really like and who I am and  - well, the truth of the Ornery household, basically. Just wish I didn't have to go to work now.