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Blogging when you can't ... and when you can

How to blog when you really can't blog?

How to write, when what you want to write, is a secret?

How to keep quiet, keep your kids quiet and their friends quiet?

Waiting is hard! Social networking silence is harder.

But worth it:



Littlest marked the occasion with a portrait:




We must be mad. Two dogs. Several children. Jobs!

We even read to our puppy





Walking The Dog or WTD needs to change to WTDs. Maybe.

And Four-Legged-Friend's nephew (!) needs a blog name ...
  • nephew-of-FLF or NOFLF
  • little-FLF or LFLF
  • smaller-FLF or SFLF
  • blonde-FLF or BFLF
  • mini-FLF or MFLF
  • I'll-never-be-as-big-as-the-original-FLF or INBABATOFLF
  • I'll-be-boss-of-FLF-one-day or IBBOFLFOD
  • feed-me-weetabix-and-I'm-happy-FLF or FMWAIHFLF
  • doesn't-mum-know-that-five-in-the-morning-in-play-time-FLF or DMKTFITMIPTFLF
  • so-Dad-can-have-his-four-wheeled-mid-life-crisis-now-that-Mum's-got-me-FLF or SDCHHFWMLCNTMGMFLF
  • I-like-a-better-quality-of-newspaper-to wee-on-FLF or ILABQONTWOFLF
  • and while on the subject of newspaper:


  • ... Four-legged-friend-newspaper-shredder or perhaps FLF-producer-of-slightly-damp-and-chewed-newspaper-confetti, or FLFNS and FLFPOSDACNC
  • but-why-won't-FLF-share-his-toys-with-me-FLF or BWWFLFSHTWMFLF
  • surely-his-food-is-my-food-too-FLF or SHFIMFTFLF
  • nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-I-get-four-meals-a-day-he-only-gets-two-FLF or NNNNNIGFMADHOGTFLF
  • blonde-beautiful-FLF or BBFLF ... or just the initials of my name
  • FLF-who-paddles-in-puddles-of-piddles-and-poo or FLFWPIPOPAP

I quite like the PIPOPAP one but hopefully that description of him will go out of date pretty quickly. BBFLF is easy to remember, but the original FLF could just as readily be BBFLF, if black were substituted for blonde.

Or ... maybe I could just refer to them collectively as Four-Legged-Friends and use their names Mungo, the original, black FLF and Bertie, the new, blonde FLF ... or OBFLF and NBFLF ... ?




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  1. A.N.Onymous12 August 2012 at 11:51

    Bouncy FLF or The-whole-world-is-a-trampoline-FLF
    How about Slightly-smaller-but-not-for-long-FLF...??

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  2. HerbieCax13 August 2012 at 09:11

    SSBNFL - like it!

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