Booming Banter

Are you like me? When the sun is shining and the sky is blue I have no trouble jumping out of bed.

When it’s drizzling and grey I like to find excuses to snooze some more.

My preferred spot for this activity is down at Ma’s feet on our big blanket.

It’s so colorful and cosy it makes me think I’m on a beach by the seaside.

There comes a point though when all this dreaming of sun and sand make a dude thirsty so I’ll get on now and get the day started.

That little bit of extra rest and relaxation did me a world of good. I might just manage to remain sane for another hour or two!

Blessing#2743-Easy Street

Precious Peeps it’s Pits here to heave you over the humpty.

I’m a little Pitiful this morning because I have had less than my usual amount of beauty sleep. Those stinking storms ate into my slumbers and I sense more in the air.

Since I was up since the first light of dawn I’ve had time to check into my facebook account and what should show up but a cute little baby picture of my PERFECT little self. It was taken in September which makes me about four months old.

I look so tiny and tender like a little asparagus shoot.

Kong says I sure was a beautiful baby but that he prefers the Pretty Pity he fell in love with. He can see me better with all my muscle definition!

With that I must leave you and seek refuge under the bed as it’s rumbling again. Stay safe and be like me more beautiful by the moment even under duress!

Blessing#2742-Pop Ups

Last week Dad’s batch of yogurt didn’t set right. It was a bit runny.

Yesterday Ma had a lot of baking to do for the tearoom so since the oven was on she decided to make “good old Irish wheaten bread” using the runny yogurt instead of butter milk.

She doesn’t measure when she’s making bread she eyeballs it but when she was tipping the yogurt in it plopped out all at once leaving her with no option but to add more flour.

She ended up making way more than planned.

Sometimes I wonder why she doesn’t just do things slowly in a more methodical rather than like a crazed critter on speed.

Anyway the outcome is that we’ll know what’s for brekkie for days to come and it’s not that bad at all.

Blessing#2741-Wholesome

We are excessively happy in our household because the bold Rory only went and did it again.

This time his Mum and Dad were there too along with his wife and daughter to see him don the green jacket and lift the masters trophy.

The papers and social media all over the world are full of photos of him this morning but we chose the headline photo from Northern Irelands NEWSLETTER to show him off. Did you know the Belfast NEWSLETTER was first published in 1737 making it the oldest English language newspaper in the world!!!

He’s such an icon for his country and since it’s Ma’s country too we all feel connected.

There just couldn’t be a better sport than Rory and the best of it all is he gives most of what he makes to charities.

His Mom and Dad sure did good!!!

Blessing#2740-Repeat Performance

Ma just told me that she has a skelf in the index finger of her right hand. She’s not sure when she got it. I wasn’t sure what it was until she explained that it’s a tiny sliver of wood or glass or maybe a thorn and it hurts like crazy.

I told the old gal she ought to walk around the streets on four bare paws and then she’d know what pain is all about.

I give mine a good old licking as a means of therapy so I’ve offered to treat he paw too.

Isn’t it strange though how a tiny thing can hurt if it’s right on a spot you use a lot. If that skelf had been on her elbow she’d maybe never have noticed.

Its presence however has resulted in me leaning a new word. For you who like me were unfamiliar with SKELF its of Scottish origin derived from Gaelic.

Now that I know it I’m going to use it as in just give me a skelf of cheese please!

See if you can find an opportunity to show off today too!

Blessing#2739-New Nouns

I’m so glad it’s Saturday because that means I’ll have pizza tonight.

Ma is always in a good mood because she doesn’t have to cook.

She always shares her crusts with me and Jaws.

She’ll probably subject us to some soppy love story or royal rumbles while she wraps her chops around her slices.

I’ll put my head on her knee and gaze until she gives in.

It’s one of those foods I could eat everyday. So much better than kibble.

Blessing#2738-Pie Day

Precious Peeps it’s PITS here with KONG to whistle you into a wonderful weekend.

Granny was telling us that yesterday on BBC Radio Ulster she heard the old song “How much is that Doggy in the Window”

She said the line in the song “He can’t take a goldfish for a walk” really stood out to her for the first time because of our situation.

Of course we explained that it’s of no consequence to us that Kong can’t trot because he is still very fit with all his swimming. More importantly we share much more important things like poetry and a passion for food.

All in all we’re as happy as pigs in muck.

Unlike the lady in the doggy song we are not about to abandon each other and take off to California.

What a very strange song that is.

You could write a Ph.D thesis on it.

We won’t of course but we bet you’ll check it out this weekend and have some eye opening perspective by studying it line by line.

Just remember true love conquers all concerns

Be like us love for the long haul. Must dash have brekkie break coming over which we bond beautifully.

Blessing#2737-Lyrical

We are all hopeful that things are warming up. It was freezing at the beginning of the week and Ma doesn’t trot far with a frost.

These past few days though with the thermometer mounting she’s been really getting us our steps.

Last night after dinner she went even further and we all piled into the car to go the the locally famous Fred’s for ice-cream.

This is a little stall like shop found in one of the less upmarket areas of our town but it shines out bright and clean as a beacon of light.

There was a line of cars wrapped around the little place and people also outside waiting for their orders.

Fred didn’t disappoint. Ma and Pa had orange sherbet sundaes and the bro had come concoction made with Oreo cookies. The beautiful young lady who serves us asked if we’d like pup cups for the niece and me but the Bro declined on the basis it might result in a blood bath.

We learned that this ice-cream is so good that it didn’t melt even a tiny bit as we ate it in the way home. The portions are GIGANTIC!

Ma and the Bro managed to munch all of theirs but Dad was done before he reached half way.

This will definitely be a destination for us all this summer it truly is an awesome place.

Blessing#2736-Dessert Winds

We are all hopeful that things are warming up. It was freezing at the beginning of the week and Ma doesn’t trot far with a frost.

These past few days though with the thermometer mounting she’s been really getting us our steps.

Last night after dinner she went even further and we all piled into the car to go the the locally famous Fred’s for ice-cream.

This is a little stall like shop found in one of the less upmarket areas of our town but it shines out bright and clean as a beacon of light.

There was a line of cars wrapped around the little place and people also outside waiting for their orders.

Fred didn’t disappoint. Ma and Pa had orange sherbet sundaes and the bro had come concoction made with Oreo cookies. The beautiful young lady who serves us asked if we’d like pup cups for the niece and me but the Bro declined on the basis it might result in a blood bath.

We learned that this ice-cream is so good that it didn’t melt even a tiny bit as we ate it in the way home. The portions are GIGANTIC!

Ma and the Bro managed to munch all of theirs but Dad was done before he reached half way.

This will definitely be a destination for us all this summer it truly is an awesome place.

Blessing#2736-Dessert Winds

Precious Peeps it’s your Perfect Pitty here to heave you over the humpty.

This particular Pitty post is all about Grannies.

See there is a Gibson family reunion of sorts going on in Northern Ireland because cousin Rob is home from New Zealand.

At these events the family bring old picture albums to share so even though Granny was not there she was if you see what I mean.

Cousin Anne sent her this snap of my Granny with her Granny.

Granny’s Granny looks all sort of jolly and cuddly whereas my Granny looks kinda grumpy.

That doesn’t surprise me as she can get a little salty at times and it’s nothing to do with sea air.

Anyway I thought I’d share this epic piece of history dating back close to sixty years with you.

It’s amazing to me and clearly shows where I got my fashionista genes from.

Have fun today and spend a moment reflecting on your Granny’s Granny too.

I love you almost as much as the Fish in the Dish. We’ll talk Friday.

Blessing#2735-Memory Lane