Megan doesn't really like having her picture taken, so she's a bit angry.
Well, we've have two cats - Megan and Willum - for a while now, but we'd not got round to having any pictures of them. On Sunday, October 13th 2002, we got a lovely Newfoundland called Suzy, and decided to get some pictures of her up. Any pictures we can find of the cats can go up, too.
Megan doesn't really like having her picture taken, so she's a bit angry.
Here's another picture of her looking angry, glowering on towel. Zooming out a bit, we notice Meg in her natural habitat - sitting on clean washing, which Moo put out specially for her, as she feels sorry for the cats in light of their views with regard to Suzy.
After a lot of coaxing, we managed to convince Will to move from under the bed, where he spends lots of time being brave.
Moo then held him for a bit to stop him (bravely) disappearing under the bed again. When he's outside, however, he's on safer ground. In fact, if the weather's not too hot, he can risk concentrating for a little while (too long, and his head might overheat). He does a great line in sniffing in a somewhat comical fashion.
Suzy can be attentive when it suits her (it just doesn't very often).
Suzy is a lovely thing, with her own Newf page, and we're both very proud of her - here are pictures of her with Moo and Mike. Being a Newfoundland, she of course loves water - paddling in it, or just standing in it. She's also quite happy to look at you with her tongue out.
Suzy has discovered the joys of honey-roasted pig ears (no, really). She's happy wandering about with one in her mouth, looking somewhat gormless. She now knows the smell - that's a dog-sized stocking, yes? So there must be a pig's ear in it for me! At least she pays attention when Moo talks to her.
We recently took Suzy to meet Kate and Mac, Moo's parents, and, by some sort of wierd Scouse logic, apparently Suzy's grandparents. After posing with Kate, Suzy had to put up with Mac trying to strangle her. She survived, however, and clearly has her worries about him.
Around Christmas, we had some snow. Suzy, being a Newfoundland seemed completely unfazed by it - just because it's snowing, there's no reason not to eat my bone, is there? And why shouldn't I roll over to get my tummy tickled?
