Today is the day that
TJam allows herself a brief moment of unadulterated reminiscing. Every year she has to spell check that word...
Anyway, today,
TJam is going to remember a comedy incident involving a certain female tan crossbreed as featured in the following, youthful photo of
TJam and
Bamgee.
One day, Jump and
TJam were staying in London Town with
TJam's mum, whom we shall give the Spy Name of "Brazil". Brazil was looking forward to her lunch: two pieces of
mackerel on toast and a cup of tea.
When the food portion was put on the table, lunch looked a lot like this:
Jump was nowhere to be seen.
Brazil turned around to pick up her cup of tea, and when she turned back to eat her lunch, lunch looked a lot like this:
Jump was still nowhere in sight. Not a crumb on the table or floor. The only explanation was that a whole piece of makerel on toast had magically and completely disappeared.
A true professional and dog after my own heart. Ladies and gentlemen, I doff my cap to Jump the Dog.
The dogs got to see some beautiful scenery. Of course it was wasted on them.
Luckily, Chips was wearing her new coat, which TJam is very pleased with cos it doesn't fall off. I think Chips was pretty glad of it too.
Me? Well, this is what I think of snow.
Were dogs more long suffering in those days? I don't know. Old Hans certainly got his fair share of cuddles. His least favourite game was reinacting Belle and Sebastian, when he had to pretend to rescue TJam (Sebastian) from an avalanche. If it had been real life, TJam would have frozen to death. Hans was not big on role play.
In the 80s Remus made his entrance. It took him a while to grow into his ears and this pose did influence some of my own, later work. I call it "Sand on Nose."
Me:
So it would seem, TJam's earlier influences affected her choice of dog companions, and that these dogs' work has rubbed off on us. The bin raiding and junk eating we made up for ourselves and we would be proud to pass it on to any future generations.
... so since we were out in the field, so to speak...
... we decided to make an expedition of it, B1B2 led the way...
...although B2 did end up with a frozen beard.
Pin came to the rescue today. TJam's car doors were frozen shut so Pin gave TJam a lift to work. At least there was a space on the carpark today, although no one stuck to the designated spaces.
TJam reporting for duty.
One day, Jump and TJam were staying in London Town with TJam's mum, whom we shall give the Spy Name of "Brazil". Brazil was looking forward to her lunch: two pieces of mackerel on toast and a cup of tea.
Jump was nowhere to be seen.
Jump was still nowhere in sight. Not a crumb on the table or floor. The only explanation was that a whole piece of makerel on toast had magically and completely disappeared.
