tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63547250291828565412024-03-14T00:41:22.791-07:00The BooLes Wilkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00968371428141743638noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354725029182856541.post-91318446497049438742013-08-10T13:39:00.001-07:002013-08-10T13:39:06.729-07:00Tribute to The BooThis is the Logo I shall have on the new Narrow boat as a tribute to my dear old Boo <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j9NfTB4TZc4/Ugak6ZKfX9I/AAAAAAAABtM/zD1jNQBi_kc/s640/blogger-image--1399913265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j9NfTB4TZc4/Ugak6ZKfX9I/AAAAAAAABtM/zD1jNQBi_kc/s640/blogger-image--1399913265.jpg"></a></div>Les Wilkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00968371428141743638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354725029182856541.post-2179792912882570792013-01-19T08:57:00.001-08:002013-01-19T08:57:47.579-08:00Boo in the snow <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Boo could never make out what the snow was, one day it was there them it was gone again. If you threw a snowball she would chase after it then be surprised when she couldn't find it. She would run along pushing the snow with her nose until her head was covered and she couldn't see, then shake it off and do the whole thing again.Les Wilkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00968371428141743638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354725029182856541.post-91917366657646105402013-01-12T07:14:00.002-08:002013-01-12T07:14:20.490-08:00Message from The Boo<br />
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heaven now and meeting up with all my old lost doggy chums, there’s the two Ben’s,
Pipper, Old Jo, Red, Mac, Bonnie and so many more all were waiting to greet me
and all looking healthy and happy. I shall miss the old chap but life on that
side of the bridge was becoming tiresome and uncomfortable here there is none of
that just fun and frolicking. I shall, of course, keep an eye on him to make
sure he stays safe as I know what a silly old duffer he can be and will send
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Just a few pic’s of the old lady. A tribute to her 14 years
as a faithful friend the last one is my favorite The very last Pic was added today 12/01/2013 and was taken in 2004 by a friend <o:p></o:p></div>
Les Wilkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00968371428141743638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354725029182856541.post-44298274618996858402012-03-07T04:27:00.002-08:002012-03-07T04:27:56.134-08:00The Boo and the window cleaner<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In bathroom and can hear someone tapping and calling out hello, looked in back bedroom and there’s the window cleaner waving and pointing down. Puzzled so went to window and looked. Guy must have come into back garden without realising patio door was part open now at top of ladder while The Boo sat at the bottom with that “this is gonna be fun” look on her face.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She’s ok she won’t hurt you. Oh yea then why does it growl every time I try and go down, demonstrates by stepping down one rung, The Boo turns and walks away, the guy takes another step down and she’s back at the bottom of the ladder with her this is the best bit of fun in ages look. The look of disappointment on her face, and look of relief on his, when I went down and called her in and shut the door. He scurried out the back gate; The Boo looked out with a disappointed and bored look before coiling up in her bed, parting with a fart and nodding off.</span></div>Les Wilkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00968371428141743638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354725029182856541.post-80121872186054525212012-01-26T01:48:00.001-08:002012-01-26T01:48:43.460-08:00why a new bed<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What is it with you humans one goes to the trouble of getting one’s bed just to one liking, the shape nicely moulded to fit ones favourite reclining position, the odour just right to give a welcoming smell and a declaration of ownership and you throw it out and replace it with a featureless odourless pile of quilted tat that’s going to take me ages to get to an acceptable level of comfort. And no, it nor I harbour fleas.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now to make things worse He’s sprayed it with some sort of perfume I shall smell like one of those old lady’s that always get up one’s nose and who, if it wasn’t for the treats they bring, would get severely bitten. Also I will now be ostracised by all the other dogs for weeks, no welcoming noses up the rump, thanks mate .<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You would think that after 12 years ( and that’s 12 of his years) of training he would get it right but no, is it any wonder we all bark up the wrong tree.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Les Wilkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00968371428141743638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354725029182856541.post-69914479785408962792011-11-30T11:59:00.001-08:002011-11-30T11:59:13.325-08:00gosport<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Don’t like this place as much as up at the boat the garden is small and to tidy and nobody walks past for me to greet. We have to go in the car to a place where I can have a sniff around. Jumped down from back of car the other day and jarred my back leg now the arthritis Is really playing up and I can’t walk far. The weather’s on the turn am not looking forward to the cold. The boss has got me a coat but I can’t get used to having it on my back, he doe’s put a hot-water bottle in my bed at night which is nice and does help with the old aches and pains.<o:p></o:p></div>Les Wilkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00968371428141743638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354725029182856541.post-407242079479231272011-10-15T11:19:00.001-07:002011-10-15T11:19:59.504-07:00My birthday?<div class="MsoNormal">Would you believe it the old dimwit was rummaging through some paperwork and found my birth certificate and it turns out I’m a year younger than he thought, well it’s not a thing a bitch cares about, so on 10 January I will be 12 and not 13 like marble brains has been saying. How do I feel about it, couldn’t give a fart. <o:p></o:p></div>Les Wilkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00968371428141743638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354725029182856541.post-83703716890738204132011-10-08T12:14:00.000-07:002011-10-08T12:14:34.207-07:00Been stiff and arthritic the last few days<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Been stiff and arthritic the last few days , the onset of winter, yesterday I could barely get to me paw’s and had to get himself to lift me up the steps and off the boat so I could have a poo and pee.<o:p></o:p></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">The walk was deliberately slow as I tried to get through to numbskull that it was about time he gave me more attention. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">It worked this last night I had a hot water bottle to snuggle up to and this morning I felt so much better, felt like bounding up the path but thought better of it, didn’t want him thinking the hot water bottle wasn’t needed, it does help the old bones. Don’t think he appreciates that in doggie years I’m 90. <o:p></o:p></div></span>Les Wilkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00968371428141743638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354725029182856541.post-23496712789612482312011-08-29T07:03:00.000-07:002011-08-29T07:03:22.381-07:00The Boo and her buddy Storm (don't ask) having a siesta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2ghGr4TeLg/Tlua2dGYEjI/AAAAAAAAADk/FHGt4sscIS4/s1600/boo+snow+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2ghGr4TeLg/Tlua2dGYEjI/AAAAAAAAADk/FHGt4sscIS4/s320/boo+snow+012.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Les Wilkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00968371428141743638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354725029182856541.post-73292057382346306182011-08-24T07:49:00.003-07:002011-08-24T07:49:03.917-07:00The visit to the Vet.<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">The Boo is the only dog I have ever known literally pull you into the vet’s admittedly she does have the hot’s for one of the young guys there and gives me and the receptionist the he better be in or I’m going to play-up look whenever we visit.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">We sit and wait, well I sit The Boo prowls and glares at the other dogs giving them the he’s mine look. Every time the door to his surgery opens she’s there trying to get in, absolutely no shame, I’m sure if she knew where he lived she’d stalk him.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Finally it’s our turn and she skids on the lino in her haste tail sweeping from side to side, like a demented tiller, never had it cropped think it cruel, and trying to jump up to him. As soon as he pats and strokes her it’s like she goes into a trance her eyes roll and gives a little tremble its quit disgusting behaviour for such an elderly lady.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">After a swooning few minutes the vet pronounces her fit and healthy says it may have been a midge or grass seed in her ear but gone now. So with a great deal of reluctance and quite a bit of resistance we departed me with half my weeks pension The Boo with that expression that only old ladies have after such encounters .<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">She has now spent the rest of the day with her nose in her nether regions fast asleep not a care in the world.<o:p></o:p></div>Les Wilkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00968371428141743638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354725029182856541.post-77777089257912254002011-08-23T02:47:00.001-07:002011-08-23T02:47:22.466-07:00Yesterday and The Boo at her best.<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Sitting in the boat reading when there is a great thump look out window to see upturned kayak drifting away with no sign of a body, go on deck to investigate and find idiot hanging onto side of bout like a fender. “Yer kayak drifting”, help me he says. At which point The Boo, having been disturbed from one of her afternoon naps she now has several, appears and sticks her head over the side directly into face of clinging bod who gives girly scream and falls back into water, points to kayak “yer boats over there mate. The Boo looks up with her that’s how you deal with that look and goes back to her bed. Not a bark or growl just a satisfied look on a rather smug face.<o:p></o:p></div>Les Wilkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00968371428141743638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354725029182856541.post-91335593083305619992011-08-19T01:42:00.000-07:002011-08-19T01:42:21.209-07:00As requested<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">As a request has been mad of The Boo to step in and sort out these BW people she wishes to inform everyone that she has gone into full training and expects to have her farts up to full odorous strength very soon. She says she will be more than willing to add to the stench already coming from BW head office and points out that as a champion farter she will soon stink that lot out. <o:p></o:p></div>Les Wilkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00968371428141743638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354725029182856541.post-64975615029344553442011-08-15T09:26:00.001-07:002011-08-15T09:26:52.416-07:00About The Boo<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">The Boo now has her own blog and will be keeping everyone informed as to her exploits don’t expect too much as she is now a lady who is in her later years and spends most of the time sleeping or farting.<o:p></o:p></div>Les Wilkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00968371428141743638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354725029182856541.post-70316607114882637902011-08-15T08:17:00.000-07:002011-08-15T08:18:52.085-07:00peek a Boo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4__CCXW5ZQ/Tkk4Y3HWfwI/AAAAAAAAADI/EOxgeAQS-rw/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4__CCXW5ZQ/Tkk4Y3HWfwI/AAAAAAAAADI/EOxgeAQS-rw/s400/005.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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