Bitch on the Blog

August 1, 2017


I have taken to wearing scarves. No, not Grace Kelly style. Isadora Duncan more like it. Long and floating. You’ll never know when next occasion arises you may wish to hang yourself whilst out and about. Better prepared than wanting, I say.

Why do people look in the mirror the moment before they set foot out of the house? I did earlier, and what I saw resembled an Afghan. The dog. My over the shoulder long hair accentuated by a scarf round my neck (similar colour to my hair) made me look not so much hangdog as, well, an Afghan. What dog do you resemble on a bad hair day? Not, of course, that I am not able to answer the question on your behalf. But then people do see themselves differently to how they are perceived by others. Ask Iris.





  1. Good day or bad the result is the same – old English SHeepdog

    Comment by Chuck McConvey — August 1, 2017 @ 14:15 | Reply

    • As long as you are not a poodle. it’s totally unfair on poodles – they can’t help how they look; yet there is something questionable about their poodlishness. Or maybe their breeders and owners are the questionable ones.

      I like sheepdogs. They have a purpose in life. Eager, keen, engaged. I grew up with a German Shepherd (black). Magnificent dog. My first body guard. Gave me a freedom of movement, an independence from human chaperones as early as my three year old self about village. Yes, good old Pongo.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 1, 2017 @ 15:12 | Reply

    • Hasn’t changed all that much really. These people have been emboldened by the referendum “result” and the targets have changed to some extent.

      I honestly have no idea exactly what breed I look like but in terms of “personality” (doganality?) I would like to feel that I have inherited the cheerfulness, love of people (if not the human race) and stubborness of the Staffordshire Bull terrier that brought me up.

      Comment by magpie11 — August 1, 2017 @ 17:30 | Reply

  2. I see my name popping up a couple of times, but I didn’t see your original response so I don’t know what you mean.

    Comment by Iris — August 1, 2017 @ 18:54 | Reply

    • Having contributed to considerable amusement of mine, Iris, you have the good fortune of having made an impact on me. All in good humoUr – no malice.

      Good humoUr, and no idea why I am telling you, a stranger, I am in short supply of this minute. It’s my father’s eightieth birthday today. Which, naturally, I acknowledged. Wish I’d spared myself. Nearly five hours later I am still not over what a massive disappointment he once more has proven and continues to be. Considering that one can’t take one’s father back to the shops and exchange for a better version I am gutted. Not for the first time. Not for the last time. Just gutted.

      You know when John talks about “taboos”? Well, the last taboo, and not to be lifted any time soon, when you’d just love to admit that you don’t like your own father. Brill, ain’t it? You can’t. I know this because my youngest sister, as only she can, told all the world and sundry – not least my mother – that she can’t stand my father. In fact she has severed all contact with him. What a shit storm that caused. I tried to talk her out of it – not on my father’s behalf, on my mother’s. No doing. In that she has proven to be our father’s daughter. Enter wry laugh (mine).

      One of these days I’ll turn into a hermit. Up on the Alps. I don’t know if you ever read Heidi – the Alm Oehi being what I am heading for.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 1, 2017 @ 19:31 | Reply

      • I would like to resolve this, but I am short on time at the moment. Will think about it and reply later (I think).

        Comment by Iris — August 1, 2017 @ 21:51 | Reply

        • Please do [reply].. I don’t bite; I don’t even bark as I don’t like unnecessary noise.

          Where in the motherland do you reside? Just to give me a mental picture and that homey feel.


          Comment by bitchontheblog — August 2, 2017 @ 12:24 | Reply

  3. You know, in all my life I have never been a fan of shaggy dogs, especially small white ones but I have lately developed a small obsession with lurchers. When you asked what dog we resemble I googled “shaggy grey dog” and guess what came up on the image search? You guessed it, lurchers galore!
    Lurchers are totally beloved by their people but can be a bit of a specialist’s dog, I don’t think they would ever qualify as low maintenance. Make of that what you will 😉

    Comment by kylie — August 1, 2017 @ 22:22 | Reply

    • Well, Kylie, what a fine surprise you prove to be: “The archaic meaning of the word lurcher is a prowler, swindler, or petty thief.” Petty? And there I was thinking you’d never get up in the morning for less than the crown jewels.

      When you say “small white ones” I take it you mean handbag dogs (think New York). I wouldn’t even classify them as dogs. More like raisins on legs. And they shiver. Who wouldn’t when adorned with a twee little bow in their hair?


      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 2, 2017 @ 12:21 | Reply

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