Because there is always the prospect of food emerging from somewhere, you seldom see him sleep without the precautionary one-eye-open.

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11 Responses to Dylan

  1. calvininjax says:

    Isn’t that part and parcel of being a dog?

    I am glad it has stopped raining in Britain and doggy pix have returned. 😉

    Go custard?

    Go doggy pix!

  2. Stephen Foster says:

    Go Custard yourself. I might put the ‘Creme Anglais’ recipe up later. That’s posh custard for personnages who eshew Birds.

  3. makemeadiva says:

    We could have done with that on Sunday 🙂

    The apple/pear/sherry confection went down well but I rather messed up the crumble topping using leftover cranachan ingredients (oatmeal) for some reason. Thanks for the inspiration; a pity I introduced deviation.

    PS “eshew” would be the bare minimum, spit on springs to mind. There I admit it. I am custard phobic.

  4. Stephen Foster says:

    Spooky Oatmeal synchronicity.

    What did you have then? Please don’t say yoghurt.

  5. makemeadiva says:

    Yes, naturally, goats yoghurt en famille in our hair shirts.

    Double cream all the way, why else would I cycle.

  6. Stephen Foster says:

    Okay – keep your hairshirt on! – that ought to have neutralised the oats in the topping : )

  7. makemeadiva says:

    Oats would have been better, the oatmeal is gritty. Not recommended except lightly toasted with double cream, honey, whisky and raspberries.

  8. Karen Fisher says:

    Do you mean to tell me that Dylan likes his food? That cannot be possible! Anyone would think that he was Tareefa’s son!!!!


  9. Stephen Foster says:

    Teehee back! How r u?

  10. Karen Fisher says:

    We are all great thanks. Hating all this rain though 😦

  11. Patty says:

    Yummy, to makemeadiva!!! That sounds just like the thing to cure my bronchitis!!!! 🙂 Btw, you were right…Drzl’s leg is fine. The vet said to distract her with toys when she begins licking it. Full time job now that we have snow here in Maine again. She’s tip toeing around in it, but hates her coat and spends her time trying to rip the dratted thing off!

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