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'There's the sun the moon and Harry, Harry is his name.....that was a song I loved from the 70's from Catherine Howe. Not the only reason we called our Cockapoo Harry but one of them. The other one was that was Jane's grandfather's name and when we saw him (the puppy) we knew he looked like a Harry. Anyway how is the little shi....sorry doggy. He's doing fine although the other night he started coughing .....a new cough. Oh not the dug has covid 19 I said, and promptly googled can dogs get covid and the answer was yes. But I'm glad to say the vet said it was kind of dog flu and he would probably get over it without medication. That's the other thing, you pay £600 for pet insurance and nothing is insured.....which is pretty typical of insurances. They can always find a way out of paying. Anyway talking of vets Harry didn't like him and showed his teeth and growled whenever he cam near him. I suppose he'd heard us talking about cutting his balls off (the dog, not the vet) and was a bit scared of him. I would be as well. Actually I think the worst part of the ball chopping is everyone knowing what has happened, as you walk down the street with that fucking big plastic cone round your head. They do make a soft one but it's not as effective. I'm sure Jane will probably get one for herself just so that her little child doesn't feel different.

We have decided to hold off on the chopping till he humps everything in sight rather than just every other thing in sight. Funnily the biting has kind of started up again although not to the extent of before...... ie scars all over my body.....nobody else's, just mine. I may sound that I don't like Harry but I promise you it's for comedy effect. I miss him when he goes to the office with Jane and I'm left in the house on my own. I had a walking break through the other night and he allowed me to take him for his last drag and wee wee of the night. However now that he sleeps some the time on our bed I have to say he lies with his face next to Jane but the rest of the time he lies with his arse in my face. I say he does it deliberately but Jane says no. We are going away for a couple of days for Jane's birthday and of course it's to a dog friendly hotel.....no not the Premier Inn, I've found another one that takes 'well behaved dogs' That's Harry. He is incredibly well behaved for a 7 month old puppy....well so every one tells us. We have heard horror stories about other puppies so I suppose we are lucky. Oh well here's to the next doggy bloggy.

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  • allan

I received a lovely compliment from the well know journalist Gavin Doc Docherty. He phoned to say he enjoyed my blog about my cockapoo Harry.....sorry my wife Jane's cockapoo. Because as I intimated before I'm not really rated in Harry's life.....I'm just the lodger. The other night as Jane was in bed I went to the loo. when I came back Harry was actually lieying with his head on my pillow like it was his bed. and,......he wouldn't move. Jane and I have had couple of little tiffs.....I say he's a dog......a DOG....... but Jane thinks of him as a child......a CHILD. I love him and if no one else is in, he loves me, which is one consolation I suppose. So if covid gets everyone except me and Harry, I'll be alright. He is very intelligent and has us totally wrapped round his little paw. Fortunately he has stopped biting me because his little razor sharp teeth have gone.....I didn't knock them out, honestly, but they do fall out about 5 months and new little razor sharp teeth come in. But for some reason they don't bite as much. Thank God as I would have needed a blood transfusion if he'd kept on slicing into me. Jane walks him twice a day. You ask why not me.? Well it's because he wont go with me. (every cloud has a silver .....) Jane went into a shop the other day and I said I'll just walk back home with him. He wouldn't budge. I carried him....I dragged him and about 10 meters from the house he started to walk. If Jane goes to the loo he greets her like he hasn't seen her for months. Me......he just looks at me like I'm a piece of cheese. He is wonderful though. I cant imaging the house without him. We now talk to everyone in London. Same questions.....ooooh he's lovely how old....ooooh he's big ......what' his name......I'm not the most sociable of people and not very good with small talk so I find myself walking on as Jane goes through the same routine. It's funny how when you first get the little puppy everything is new to your life.....Oh look he's getting up the stairs now.....oh look he can get up on the couch on his own.....oh look he's dragging arse along the carpet......why do they do that. He also has started humping everything in site, boy dogs ...girl dogs .....legs. They say he will need the snip at about 8 months. As a male I feel terrible about that though. Can you imagine if humans had the same life problems. You just get into long trousers and the girls are eying you up.....and dad says ok son, off the doctors for you.....snip snip and Bob's your aunty. But it will have to be done. Another grand to be spent. I wonder if it will change his lovely personality.....it would fucking change mine. Oh well till the next time.

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  • allan

When I say life changing it's more for David (my son) than me. He co wrote and produced the massive hit for the Jonas Bros earlier this year, ' What a man gotta do' but the new song 'Dynamite' for BTS has surpassed all our expectations. It has broken so many records since it's release, we are totally over whelmed. It had 101 million views on You tube in it's first 24 hours. There are too many other stats to mention. It has gone to No1 in the Billboard Top 100. This is something every artist and writer/ producer dreams of. This week David and Jessica (his writing partner) were the top selling writers in the US. It also went to No 1 in the commercial official UK charts. We are over the moon and David is floating on air. Kate is so happy for him as well. She is so supportive of him. Her time will come again. We have had total belief in both of them since they started on this long career.

My life hasn't changed much just plodding along hoping that even if there is no work out there at least maybe ....just maybe we will get the Theatres open in time for Christmas. Just remember 'It's not over till the fat lady sings'..... and I"m the fat lady.

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