Stalking my Dog

Let it be known I'm the grandaddy of the house. I've heard many tales spun, not least one of a certain German Shepherd, Czarina who lived to be 12 years old. Poor Suzie the dashchund, something  happened to her. Then, there was Ninja, also a German Shepherd. Well, wish me luck. Wish me more years. Thanks to my Scottish ancestry, I'm 13 and pushing on. But did my dear doc openly tell me sir, not to push our luck?  

They say let sleeping dogs lie. Whatever! This is my spot and where I like to lie. I own this spot. Much to the chagrin of me missus  (fierce one!!) and the others (hardly fierce!), they hop over me to get out of the kitchen into the terrace. Call me BodyGuard. 

Tip toeing around as I think I smell a rat. Heard the missus say she spied a small rat in the kitchen. but that's not my problem. Let the cats that come to pee and poo here take care of that.

Who cometh?  I recognise those legs but no one is opening the gate. Truth be told, my legs can still run and fast. Only a tad slower these days. Nobody knows FREEDOM like I do. Can't an old boy have some fresh air and scenery?? 

It's a bit of a maze here - heliconias, hydrangeas, tunerias, erythrina purpuras and pinks, and the newly grown passion fruit, all under the canopy of the erythrina glauca which has  garden -hump roots. Never let obstacles in your path deter one, I say.

Where's the goodies??  It's me feeling hopeless. See my tail hanging straight like a stick? Seems like  looking for a needle in a haystack!!  The gardener has just been and piled mountains of cut grass. Drat! Can't find the food scraps hidden well under.

It's the itch. 10 rounds under the phyllanthus is just so  heavenly.

This my daily workout  and it's only half way round my world ! In fact, just behind me at the wall ledge, I used to have free food from the neighbour who kindly kept some helpings of dhall. All 'forbidden fruit'  stopped abruptly when my sir came to know about it. 

Handsome wins hands down! She loves me and blows kisses all the way from Suffolk!

I have 3 faces!

No guesses here. After all the name is the give- away. But if you had  asked, 'Who is this?' I'll say it's okay.  Imagine my  surprise when the artist handed the inked paper to me. A bystander was curious. He sneaked a quick peek  before my eyes rested on it. 'Hey, but you look different when you smile.'

Show your face elsewhere!! LOL.

That grumps is me - yep, I was the one sitting in front of the artist. Oh dear! What a sour puss! Locals say 'muka masam' also meaning equally sour! I remember being not the perfect model. I was in the queue and it was my turn. Beads of sweat trickled down from my forehead  to the sides of my face and under my chin. It was exasperatingly humid and caught in the midst of the burgeoning carnival crowd did not help any bit. So I mopped away, the facial tissues reduced to ragged bits too. In the meantime the artist was set on his task. He didn't pause for anything. I must admit I was not behaving, By this I mean I was fidgety 'coz I got out my camera  and caught him in action. Would all this have exasperated him??  Looking back, others walked away with their 'prize' pieces, satisfied. I took mine home with a story to tell.

The artist of Ms Grumps!

Three of us had three different sittings for this family picture at the Kumarakoram Lake Resort. How could I resist an artist's pen? So, my hubby and daughter were dragged in to complete the 'we were here' kind of pictorial story! Apologies to the friendly artist but I think the sun's rays played havoc with him for warts and all, I think the only person I can recognise is me! Anyhow, this momento is lying on the study table, so it still holds dear of a lovely holiday away from the madding crowd.

Only one person I recognise - ME!

I actually enjoyed sitting for this picture. And I rather like my diva pose. LOL. After all, when will I be perched on a high chair and taking questions from the papparazzi??  Mie Mambo surprised me by saying that he would like to give me a token of friendship. From the boot of his car, full to the brim, he got out the drawing  necessities. Then he reminded me of a travelling salesman. He drew me smiling as we chatted easily under a shady tree.

Mie  Mambo -  no mumbo jumbo when he's drawing! 

Ada  gaya !  Translate : Got Style! 

Well, by now you know I sport short hair. Never one to grow it long. I wear spectacles. How else do I describe myself ? - widening a little at the waist... You already know it - dare I ever dream of being on the cover of popular magazines, let alone launch a product like a washing up liquid !

Oh why do I subject myself to the artist's pen and whims? Really, it's just for fun and to be surprised. So, what a revelation! Nothing is constant, not demeanours, not anything not even how I look! Three faces but one and the same person. Now for a bit of advice about looking good - SMILE please!