by Arthur Witten | Sep 11, 2002 | Keaton, Liquorice
The hour was late and feeling somewhat peckish I sliced a few slivers of cheese and placed them on a side table to nibble on while listening to a relaxing CD. Liquorice was sleeping soundly next to my chair undisturbed by my actions. Normally the silent sound of a...
by Arthur Witten | Sep 3, 2002 | Keaton, Liquorice
Keaton’s muscular young body transported me a great distance this afternoon. The journey was far though not one measured by miles. This journey was measured by decades for as I was wrestling with the young master, I became a small boy again, at play with his...
by Arthur Witten | Aug 29, 2002 | Keaton, Liquorice
This morning Liquorice was raced around the front paddock for the sheer fun of it when we were returning from a short walk. Keaton was racing around as well but mainly with the aim of engaging Liquorice in a game. Often he would “crash” into her, usually...
by Arthur Witten | Aug 23, 2002 | Keaton, Liquorice
Keaton, my now not-so-little Landseer boy, simply lay there after I had given him his morning brush. The sun by then had bathed him with its first warming rays at one end of the breezeway. The timing was perfect for even in the midst of our Australian winters these...
by Arthur Witten | Aug 5, 2002 | Keaton, Liquorice
Liquorice always becomes overly excited whenever I take our wheelie bins (for garbage and recycling) from her home to the road, some 200 yards away. Or return with them! They make a loud “drumming” sound as they are dragged along our rough track. That...
