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The collected opinions of an august and aristocratic personage who, despite her body having succumbed to the ravages of time, yet retains the keen intellect, mordant wit and utter want of tact for which she was so universally lauded in her younger days. Being of a generation unequal to the mysterious demands of the computing device, Lady Bracknell relies on the good offices of her Editor for assistance with the technological aspects of her journal.

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Friday, September 07, 2007

The Boss



Caspar is a flighty little soul, and will only very rarely submit to the indignity of being photographed.


Here she is, however, in a brief but restful lull between desperately needing to be outside and squawking at the top of her lungs to come back inside. (Which is a good game and can go on for hours. Much to the amusement of all concerned. And the neighbours three streets away. Although she is marginally more mellifluous than the average car alarm, admittedly.)


She is also - and I think this may be a first as far as photographs go - demonstrating the fact that she has black toe-pads on her white back feet. Bless.


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3 Comments:

Blogger DD said...

Awww! Lookit da cute little feet!

8:43 pm  
Blogger laughing said...

According to the lady who wrote Born Free, most of the animals she wrote about did not like to be photographed or sketched or painted, and if they caught her at it they would attack her.

Her theory was that most of the time she treated them like people, like friends, and she looked at them a certain way. But when you photograph someone you look at them differently, trying to get a good picture, and the animals did not like to be looked at as objects. So it is hard to get a good photo of your pets, because they don't like the way you look at them when you have the camera.

1:41 am  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Oh, now that's interesting. Thank you.

7:30 am  

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