porshiepoo
29-Jun-06, 16:33
With the weather being so good of late I've been determined to catch as much sun as I can. Not wanting to lose even a minutes sun time I decided to do away with hunting out the bikini and just don the old underwear. Well it matches so who cares?!! :eek:
So there I was happily lazing around in the hammock thinking to myself 'Could life get any better than this?', the only thing missing was a non alchoholic pina colada (OK, coconut juice and crushed ice) and those metal drum thingies.
Don't get me wrong there was the odd spoiler such as the cawwing (?) of the crows, at one point sounding scarily similar to a certain shopping mall scene in the film 'evolution', but eventually they got lost and I wallowed in the sound of the small bird song and the lambs bleeting, looking out over fields and watching the sea. Bliss!
Then came the unmistakable panting and lalloping of .... (No not the amorous hubby girls - although have to say..eerily similar) but a great slobbering great dane and his mish mash posse of no gooders.
Determined not to acknowledge them lest I lose my position on the hammock to them, I ignored them. Even ignored the torrent of water as the long coated GSD shook from his long soak in my pond and the wet, cold nose of the dane on my face each time the hammock rocked his way (his way of intimidating me off the hammock - stand right over me panting in my face).
Chuffed with my dogged determination (pardon the pun) I was soon put in my place when the dane played his trump card, guaranteed to clear a room quicker than a bomb scare - yep he stood over me and shook his head Hooch style. The stuff went everywhere but mostly on me! In my disgust I made one movement too quick and was up ended as the hammock turned turtle and deposited me unceremoniously on the decking - Nice!
This caused much excitement within the dog posse, all of which decided a group bundle was in order. There I am squeeling for the dogs to get off me which was causing the little yorkie to jump up and nip everyone and anyone in his excitement (this dog will hang off clothes when he's excited and nipping, and I had no clothes on. Ouch!)
Suddenly remembering the nice jolly farmer tootling up and down the field next door cutting the grass I jumped up Ninja style to do the old playfull(NOT) chase of the culprits whilst trying to look like I had suffered no embarrasment whatsoever when I realised ... Eek! The old mummy tummy was now well exposed as were two gravity stricken boobs. Oh the shame!!!!!
So, I legged it indoors to compose myself, reasserted myself as leader of the pack by claiming prime position on the hammock and got back to my earlier train of thought.... Ah yes,
'Could life get any better than this?'
So there I was happily lazing around in the hammock thinking to myself 'Could life get any better than this?', the only thing missing was a non alchoholic pina colada (OK, coconut juice and crushed ice) and those metal drum thingies.
Don't get me wrong there was the odd spoiler such as the cawwing (?) of the crows, at one point sounding scarily similar to a certain shopping mall scene in the film 'evolution', but eventually they got lost and I wallowed in the sound of the small bird song and the lambs bleeting, looking out over fields and watching the sea. Bliss!
Then came the unmistakable panting and lalloping of .... (No not the amorous hubby girls - although have to say..eerily similar) but a great slobbering great dane and his mish mash posse of no gooders.
Determined not to acknowledge them lest I lose my position on the hammock to them, I ignored them. Even ignored the torrent of water as the long coated GSD shook from his long soak in my pond and the wet, cold nose of the dane on my face each time the hammock rocked his way (his way of intimidating me off the hammock - stand right over me panting in my face).
Chuffed with my dogged determination (pardon the pun) I was soon put in my place when the dane played his trump card, guaranteed to clear a room quicker than a bomb scare - yep he stood over me and shook his head Hooch style. The stuff went everywhere but mostly on me! In my disgust I made one movement too quick and was up ended as the hammock turned turtle and deposited me unceremoniously on the decking - Nice!
This caused much excitement within the dog posse, all of which decided a group bundle was in order. There I am squeeling for the dogs to get off me which was causing the little yorkie to jump up and nip everyone and anyone in his excitement (this dog will hang off clothes when he's excited and nipping, and I had no clothes on. Ouch!)
Suddenly remembering the nice jolly farmer tootling up and down the field next door cutting the grass I jumped up Ninja style to do the old playfull(NOT) chase of the culprits whilst trying to look like I had suffered no embarrasment whatsoever when I realised ... Eek! The old mummy tummy was now well exposed as were two gravity stricken boobs. Oh the shame!!!!!
So, I legged it indoors to compose myself, reasserted myself as leader of the pack by claiming prime position on the hammock and got back to my earlier train of thought.... Ah yes,
'Could life get any better than this?'