About "ME"

Hello Folks,

Diddy, here.


The subject matter for discussion today is "ME."



I am a robust sort of fellow.  I believe in living life to its fullest... and if that means saddling up Kahn

and taking him for a ride!



I feel it a bit necessary to draw upon me earlier days back in the native land of Wales.  I've put together a small grouping of screenshots of me home place.  At least, as I best remember it.  I also had a few letters with hand drawn maps and pictures that me Corgi Mum secretly sent me to remind me of where my true home is.  We called it Stool-fall.  This is where I was born and raised as a young pup, before being recruited by the SCS to serve the Queen.  Why would me Mum send me such drawings you might ask?  Well, I didn't know it at the time, but it seems that the SCS branch solicited recruitment from young Corgis such as meself by having the police pick us up and tell us that our parents had been killed in some horrible accident.  Not having anyone to turn to, the fact that they offered to take care of me in return for me entering into SCS training, seemed like the deal of the day.  So, you can imagine my surprise when a stranger called me over to a dark alley and handed a letter to me before walking briskly away.  Very macabre.  I thought it strange until I opened the letter and instantly recognized me Mum's handwriting!

Later that night, I related what happened with Georgie, me barracks mate.  He told me that the SCS was concocting all sorts of stories in order to get young Corgis to fill their ranks.  I confronted the Head Master with this information.  I was instantly spirited away to a black training site.  It was there that I was given an unltimatum.  

SERVE OR LEAVE!


Knowing the reputation of the SCS and realizing that I was very close to blowing such an awesome opportunity, I elected to SERVE!

The rest is history.

So, Here are those screen shots:

 This is the road outside Stool-Fall.   Beautiful Welsh Countryside!

 This is where some of our cows grazed.  Kahn would have loved it there!

Very nice, Mr. Diddy.

Kahn, this is my story.  Stay off the blog!

  Okay, Mr. Diddy.

Here is the main campus of Stool-Fall.  Just inside those gates, is where me Mum gave birth to me!


Now, before anyone gets upset, please remember.  I am doing this from memory of a few hand drawn maps and hand drawn pictures.  I never returned to my home place.  Me Corgi Mum and Pops are not there anymore.  I understand that they have willed it to me.  I get plenty of tax bills from the U.K. for the property.  Perhaps, I'll take me adopted Mum and Pops there some day for a visit.


A little more about "Me."

My street name is "Teeth."  I have to keep an image to survive in the city.  You never know if the guy sitting next to you on the bus is a psychopath or just thinks you'd make a good lunch.  So "Teeth" serves its purpose.

Kahn's street name is "Oafe"  Hehe... just kidding, Kahn.

I'm only about 1 foot 1 inch tall.  So, I have to project a tough guy persona to keep from getting stepped on all the time.

I like to give Janky Jane a run for the money at least twice a day.    I just give her a little growl and she begins to hot foot it away... but usually not fast enough to escape the heat from my breath on the heels of her back feet.  I once caught a glimpse of her as we were passing a mirror whilst I was giving her a fair chase.  Her look was one of sheer terror.  I loved it!

Other than that sick metal chicken, Raybo,

I have a pretty good life on the Half Pint Farm.  Now, me Pops and Mum named the farm after me.  I think that Mum thinks it's because I am about the size of a half pint.  However, I am quite sure that Pops started calling me Half Pint because he actually caught me tugging a swig from a half pint, one hot afternoon!  That Pops is clever, but not so much as me Mum is.

Here on the farm I live with an assortment of interesting personalities.   Even the flappers are quite entertaining.  I can see eye to eye with them.  There is only one thing that I truly miss about the U.K., the White Cliffs of Dover.

So, if you go over there, go to Wales, and look up me home place.  I'll text you the coordinates.  You can let me know if all is well.  In the meantime, if I decide that there is more of "ME" that you need to know, I'll write another post and call it "Me Too." 

Have a nice year!

Say good day, Kahn.

Good Day, Kahn.

Yep, Thought so.

This is Diddy, Out!

CORGI!

Fishing

Hello Folks!

Diddy, here.




Today I'd like to talk to you about fishing.  Yes, real live fishing... for fish!


Now, I want to discuss this because I've been away from me blog and facebook posts for a week... been on holiday!  Anyway, I was talking to Pops over morning coffee, and I asked him if he had ever been fishing.  He began to relate stories that were fantastic. 

I'll tell you a couple. 


Pops claims that when he and his friends went fishing, there was a certain language that only fishermen speak.  Pops said that if you were having an "off" day fishing, the other fishermen would explain it away by saying that "maybe you weren't holding your mouth right." 

OKAY...

That is really strange.  "Not holding your mouth right?"  Strange indeed.

Pops said that it was just the way country folk talked.

He also told me that folks always said that the best way to know if the fish were biting would be to look at what the cows were doing...

If local cows were standing up and grazing, then the fish were biting.  If they were laying down, then the fish were not biting.

Let me illustrate the idea...
  

Cow laying down...

Fish not biting!



Cow standing up...

(above me on the stairs)

Fish biting!



I've been unable to extract any further stories from Pops about fishing... if I do, I'll title it
"Fishing Too!"


That's all I have for now.

Kahn wanted me to post this selfie:

I think we have posted this one before... but he is a handsome chap and I thought I'd honor him with this posting...

KAHN CORNY JOKE OF THE DAY:   What is it that is edible and falls out of certain trees?

answer:  pe-Kahns!

Diddy out



CORGI!

The Flappers

Hello All!

Diddy, here.

Before I begin... the KAHN CORNY JOKE of the day: What is it when you are on the mend?

KAHN-VALESCING!


Oh, and Kahn wanted me to post another selfie for him;

Today I'd like to introduce you to some of my extended family... the Flappers!


...and by that, I mean the chickens.


Now there are 7 of these gorgeous ladies.  Mum and Pops refer to them as "the girls", or sometimes as "the ladies."  They are all Easter-eggers.  They all know their names and answer to them when called by Mum or Pops.  Interesting.

I sometimes call them "the Magnificent 7."

Pops and Mum barter with them, trading food and water for their eggs.

There names are Gertrude, Rose, Beulah, Scarlett, Penelope, Imogene, and Beatrice.  Each one's personality is as different as the next.  Believe you me, there is such a thing as a pecking order.  I never take a walk into the chicken yard out on the mini-farm when Pops takes me there with him, unless Pops is with me whilst I'm in said chicken yard.  It is my humble opinion that I would be rather hen-pecked before they were through with me.  Pops just grabs them and pets them as if they were young pups or something.   To me, those beaks are the scariest part of them.  Enough... I introduce to you, the girls!

Gertrude is a beautiful amber colored lady who was the first one up to produce eggs for Mum and Pops.  In fact, she started weeks ahead of the others earning her the nickname: "the factory" as the girls likes to call her.  Gertrude was, at first, nicknamed "tude" by Pops and Mum because she seemed to have a real attitude.  However, as time has gone on, Gertie has become one of the sweetest of the Magnificent 7.  She is a regular producer for the eggs Mum and Pops take for cooking and such.

Scarlett is a Reddish multicolored hen who has somehow ordered herself to the top of the pecking order.  She is the watchdog of the group.  Mum tells how she has actually seen Scarlett lay an egg from her roosting place, only for Mum to catch it in mid-air, just in time.  Pops says that she is just plain nutty. You can hear her squawk from a long ways off.  She is really loud.  Her personal favorites are Imogene, Gertrude, and Penelope.

Beulah is a mostly black crested chicken with some colorful hints of beige and brown.  She is the benevolent protector of Rose and Beatrice.  Beulah is a feisty one, that loves to get under Pop's feet whilst he is in the yard with them.  A tough gal, Beulah takes no guff from Scarlett, or Gertrude.  Imogene, generally steers clear of Beulah.  She lets Pops pet her when he takes them food.

Imogene is thought by Mum to be the 2nd in command.  Imogene is stark white and large.  She has bossy qualities that keep Scarlett in order, but she has a softer side than most would not detect on just a momentary gaze.  Imogene had a boyfriend, or so she said, who was a mocking bird.  He would sit upon the fence just above her and sing his whole repertoire.  She would just stand there and stare and listen to him in utter fascination.  She truly enjoyed his company.   Unfortunately, autumn came on and he had to go his way.  Perhaps she will see him again in the spring.  Sometimes, she lays eggs that are shaped just like a football, earning herself, among the girls, the nickname of "the quarterback."  Her greatest attribute is the ability to leap about a foot and a half flat-footed.

Beatrice  is colored very much like Scarlett.  In fact, she could pass for a twin sister.  However, Pops can tell them apart.  Mum says that she will always be able to tell who Bea is, because she has so very few tail feathers.  She is next to last in the pecking order and catches a lot of guff because she often steps in front of Rose to protect her from the others.  Bea was very curious and quite brave early on.   Pops actually thought she would be the highest in the order, but somehow that changed.  Bea spends her days foraging through grass and clover.  Her closest siblings are Rose and Beulah.

Penelope  is best known by her sisters as the "water chick."  She is endlessly fascinated with water.  Dripping water, falling water, puddled water, you name it.  Even dew on a leaf catches Penelope's eye.  She would rather drink the drippings from an overflowing vat of water than drink from the vat itself!  She has interesting sideburns... not sure if those are called that... and I wouldn't dare ask.  She has always been the smallest of the 7, but because of favoritism shown her by Scarlett, she is anything but last in the pecking order.  Rose has that distinction.  Penelope likes to pick at the buttons on Pop's coat.  She thinks they look like big sunflower seeds.  She is petite, but Mum and Pops have to clip her wings more often than the others.  On occasion, when Pops would go out to the mini-farm, he would find her (daily) outside the protective fence around their yard.  While she was always ready to go inside, Pops was still worried that something bad could happen to her.  Thus the clipping of  the wings!

Rose  is a sort of grey and rust colored chicken.  She too has sideburns.  The girls call her "Martin Van Buren," because of those glorious appendages.  Rose may be on the bottom of the order, but she is quite clever and has learned how to stay out of the way of the others.  She uses thorny rose bushes to hide behind to discourage many a wandering unfriendly peck from a beak.  She quite likely is the strangest one of the girls as well.  She walks around all day with her mouth wide open!  Imogene has been overheard telling her to shut her flycatcher!  Yes, old "Flycatcher" has been known to lay an egg while running around the yard grabbing meal worms that Mum or Pops has tossed down to the girls.  Rose also has this very annoying way of saying Thank You twice, regardless of what has happened.  I'll give you an example:   "Hey Rose, run through those briars to get a great massage!"  To which Rose replies: "Thank you, Thank you!"  ...or... "Hey Rose, you're pretty stupid, aren't you?"   Again, Rose's reply would be: " Thank You, Thank You!" , and she'd smile.  Strange bird.  Oh, I almost forgot,  every time... and I mean every time, Pops or Mum go out to the farm and let the girls out of their yard for a stroll through their lot, Rose is always perched somewhere and comes flying down... and always whacks Pops or Mum on her way down... Again I say, Strange Bird.

All in all, a great group of gals.   I would recommend that you give them notice before visiting, though.  They are not fond of unplanned stop-overs, unless you happen to be Imogene's mocking bird!  But, if you do, bring plenty of meal worms.  Those are the girl's favorite treat.  Ewwww.  That's disgusting!  I'd rather have ice cream, or hotdogs, or maybe pizza!

You know, come to think of it, I ought to take Raybo out there and turn the girls loose on him!  I'd bet that be one worth watching.

Well, that's a rundown on the fabulous ladies of the mini-farm. 

See you on the other side of tonight!

Diddy Out!


CORGI!

RAYBO

Hello Folks!

Diddy, Here.



Been enjoying a spot of tea with me Mum and Pops...

Haven't been sleeping well lately...

Today I'd like to discuss with you something that troubles me nearly every day, even keeping me up at night.


RAYBO!


This is Raybo...








Now, Raybo is a metal rooster.  Strange, right?

What makes Raybo weird, you ask?


Well, nearly every day, Raybo is somewhere different in the house.  Now, I would like to blame Jane or Kahn on this ludicrous behavior, but... THEY DON'T HAVE THUMBS!!!
I also know it isn't Pops, Mum, or the Teenager.  At night, when we all go to sleep, I position myself so that I can keep a lookout for everyone if needed.  (This goes back to me days on the grand old SCS, serving the Queen and assisting British SAS, MI5, and MI6, but those are stories best told in another report!)  If Mum, Pops, or the Teenager were to awaken to sneak downstairs to fetch Raybo and clandestinely move him about in some sort of twisted ploy of trickery, I'd know about it.  WHICH IS WHY THIS IS ALL THE MORE STRANGE!

Let me illustrate:

Here is Raybo enjoying a near empty cup of coffee on the butcher block.  The photo doesn't do justice for the moment caught, but if it did it would betray dripping coffee from Raybo's beak!

How is this even possible?  He's metal.  He doesn't have a heartbeat.  Strange...

Here I caught Raybo on the floor below the butcher block.  This photo was taken minutes after the one with the coffee.  He's making his way to go somewhere else.  Yet, you never actually see him move.  He just appears somewhere different.  This really freaks me out.

Raybo on the stove inspecting the pot of chili.

This is another thing that Raybo does that absolutely annoys me.  He likes to occupy spaces that I usually enjoy. 

Yes.  This is meself, in the very place that Mr. Tinbird likes to hang out sometimes.  Often, I move on to another of me favorite spots, only to find him one step ahead of me!

This house is big enough that he can find some other place to be!  OR... maybe this house isn't big enough for the both of us.  I may have to have me a showdown at sunset with this freak of metallic handiwork.

It really is strange to wake up from a nap to find Raybo eyeballing you, as exhibited here by Dr. Kahn.

Now this is interesting.  Raybo is studying Jane. Hmmm.  Raybo and I may have something in common after all.  However, I am reserving any positive judgment on this seemingly animated piece of left over street sign turned home décor.

                                               

Remember this pic, folks?  Check out the next two.

Is there no justice with this thing?

Okay, now I downloaded this off of security cams.  I'm really not happy to wake up from a nap and find that strange thing staring at me.  It gives me the willies!

Now there may be some confusion out there amongst me avid following.  But hang in there fans!

I'm going to take everyone through a little exercise on how to tell a metal chicken from a real one.

Raybo, the metal chicken.

Gertie, a real chicken.

Raybo

Rose, a real chicken.

Raybo

Penelope, a real chicken

Raybo

Beulah, a real chicken.

Now things are getting out of hand around the world... and I thought I ought to write this blog entry to warn people all over the world. Me mum and me went shopping, and I about did backflips when I saw this vile product sitting on the display shelves of one of the local stores.  Mum tells me that she has seen them everywhere.  It's like "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" has come to life!

.  As seen in the photo above, here is a despicable creature.  RAYBO HAS A COUSIN!

Just when I think I have Raybo cornered, so that I can alert Mum or Pops, Raybo suddenly appears back on top of the toaster oven where he spends most of his day (when Mum, Pops, or the teenager are around).  Very tacky, if you ask me!

By the way, I had a little fun with this photo... Raybo can't do anything about it... I have a cord appearing to hang out of his backside!  he he he.

Well, I've pled my case.  Judge for yourself. Raybo- Work of Art, Or Secret Diabolical Machine?

Enough of Raybo.  It's kinda embarrassing that I have let him occupy so much space on me blog.  I really thought the whole world should know about these things, before they take over.

Change of subject matter.  During another shopping trip, I picked up a coffee mug the likes of which I presented to Dr. Kahn upon my return to our humble abode.

He likes it, and enjoys coffee everyday with this cup.

Kinda looks a lot like him, don't you think?

That's all for now, Diddy Out!

Now where was I??? Oh yes.  Mum bought me a vanilla malted with lots of extra malt... just like I like it....

I almost forgot, KAHN CORNY JOKE of the day:  What is it when you feel unsure about your circumstances?... KAHN-FUSED!

Kahn's latest selfie... I saved this the other day... thought you all would enjoy  it...

Kahn's Dimple!!! Eat your heart out, Kurt Douglas.

He can be rather sensitive about this thing.

Okay, time to close out.  Say good day, Kahn.

Good Day, Kahn.

That's what I thought.

CORGI!