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...
by Arthur Witten | Jul 29, 2002 | Keaton, Liquorice
We have a “Hill’s Hoist”. I do not know whether similar devices are in use in your part of the world, however a Hill’s Hoist is a rotary clothesline. It consists of a central pole with four fixed “arms” radiating out at right...
by Arthur Witten | Jun 29, 2002 | Keaton, Liquorice
This afternoon we were watching Liquorice and Keaton at play on the back lawn. They were battling for possession of an old shoe that now belongs to them. Over recent months that once comfortable footwear has deteriorated to the point where it is hardly recognizable as...
