The little house that hums stopped humming!

You may remember that there is a little house in my street that hums. The tall person told me that it provides electricity for the neighborhood. I think it hums because it gives people light and heat and hot water and TV and internet and all the things that make people happy.

Late yesterday afternoon the little house that hums stopped humming and we had no light, no heat, no hot water, no TV, no internet. Something had happened to the little house that hums!

As it got darker, the tall person and De and the little person and me huddled together for warmth. I didn’t really need to huddle because I have a thick fur coat but I didn’t want to be left out of the huddle.

The little person had to do his homework by candlelight, which he thought was great fun. De said it reminded her of her student days (nights).

Once the little person had finished his homework we all went to bed. It was 9.30 p.m.!

In the morning, the tall person and De and the little person all got dressed by torchlight, which was very funny!

I went with the tall person to the baker shop to get bread and we passed the little house that hums. Its doors were open and workers were inside. They had been working all night to try and make the little house hum again.

When we returned with bread we noticed that the little house that hums was humming again. It was happy! So were we! We now have light and heat and hot water and TV and internet but I suspect that the little person will miss doing his homework by candlelight this evening. 


It’s my birthday, again!

De’s sister Mari came to see me this evening and brought a parcel with her. She said it was for me and it had come all the way from my friend Lovely Lynn in the U.S.A.

Mari explained that the parcel had got lost in the postal system so it had not arrived in time for my birthday.

So this meant it was my birthday again. This was my ‘third’ birthday! You may remember that I had a parcel from Lovely Lynlee that also arrived after my birthday. Postal problems again. That was my ‘second’ birthday.

De opened up the parcel to reveal some amazing gifts, wrapped in a beautiful paw print paper. You can see me in the picture urging De to hurry up!

There was a very lovely birthday card, a packet of Waggin’ Train Dog Treats, a packet of Hartz Chicken Chews, three beautiful party collars and chocolates for the little person and tall person. De and me are not allowed chocolates – for different reasons.

But the most amazing gift of all was a birthday cake.

Lovely Lynn knows how much I love cake and this was the most beautiful cake in the whole world and it was all for me!

Thank you for giving me a wonderful ‘third’ birthday Lovely Lynn!

A witch convention?

Yesterday I thought I had stumbled across a witches’ convention. I saw these propped up against a wall and immediately recalled seeing a black cat moments before. In fact I had followed it around the corner where I discovered these witches’ flying machines. Hmm, black cat and broomsticks. Conclusive proof of witch whereabouts.

I immediately alerted the tall person who told me that the “broomsticks” were in fact traditional handmade brushes and nothing to do with witches’.

Ah, you are right tall person. I remember now – we have one at home. 

I especially like the small brush on the left hand side. It is probably used for demonstration purposes, a sort of ‘try before you buy’.

Now, where is that black cat? I am sure I heard sniggering somewhere!

A surprise party!

My great blogging friend Chuck and his Collies from Collies of the Meadow blog took me completely by surprise yesterday. I dropped by their blog to catch up on their latest news and was ambushed, in the nicest possible way! Chuck and his Collies had arranged a surprise blog award ceremony and Bassa’s Blog was one of the recipients.

I didn’t even have time to prepare a speech or even brush my hair!

Chuck and his Collies had decided to acknowledge the work of other bloggers by selecting their Best on the Net and awarding a Collie’s Choice Award.

I have now had time to recover my composure and prepare a brief acceptance speech.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you Chuck and the Collies!!”

I am especially delighted to receive this award from Collies of the Meadow because their heartfelt stories and their love and affection make their blog shine in a very rare and unique way. If you have not visited it before you are missing out on a rare treat!

I have included a link to the awards post and highly recommend that you visit the blogs of the other recipients of the Collie’s Choice Awards. They are great blogs and I can fully understand why they were chosen by the Collies.

Fuel for tall people

You may know by now that the tall person has a routine in the morning. It begins with me waking him up with several short, sharp, alarm barks. I decided early on that alarm clocks are very annoying so I made our one redundant and took over its job. Ruthless? Yes, but I believe in waking up the tall person in a ‘natural’ way, to the sounds of nature (me), which is much more holistic and environmentally friendly than a buzzing alarm clock. The tall person partially agreed but did ask if I could imitate the soft gentle lapping of waves on a desert island seashore. I tried to but it still sounded like barking.

Anyway, after the tall person opens the back door and lets me out he goes to the kitchen to make a cup of strong black coffee. By the time I return, he is beginning to look more like the tall person and less like a comatose person.

The tall person told me that he has performed his coffee ritual every morning for as long as he can remember. He said that coffee is one of the greatest discoveries of all time, right up there with electricity (to heat water for coffee) and fire (to heat coffee when there is no electricity).

He went to the market yesterday to buy more coffee. He never likes to leave it until his coffee supply is “dangerously low”. By this he means he has about a week’s worth left.

There are several coffee sellers in the big indoor market and the tall person found a new one. You can see from the picture that the man who sells coffee has colorful buckets for the coffee beans and a very fancy grinder.

The tall person likes Arabica beans from Ethiopia. He told me that one of his treasured memories is participating in a coffee ceremony in a remote village in the highlands of Ethiopia in Africa. He said he sometimes thinks of that when he sips his morning coffee.

He bought his coffee and then walked with De to one of the big outdoor markets to buy vegetables. It was very cold yesterday and as it had been snowing recently the market was very muddy.

De does not allow the tall person to talk in the markets because she thinks that the market people will charge more because he is a foreigner so he carries the bags and takes photographs and waits patiently.

The tall person told me that it was very cold in the market and he had forgotten his gloves and as he was holding the bags he could not put his hands in his pockets to warm them.

Poor cold tall person. Anyway, he said that suddenly he spotted a lady who sells coffee to go. She had an impressive mobile coffee shop where she made steaming hot Turkish coffee.

Wow! That would warm the tall person up! Unfortunately, he couldn’t put his bags down because the ground was too muddy and De was nowhere to be seen.

Poor cold tall person. You should have found the lady who sells plastic bags and lemons and bought some bags to put on the ground so your bags would not get muddy and you could then have drunk a steaming hot cup of Turkish coffee.

Hmm, I need to give you some lessons on lateral thinking tall person!

Moments in time

My great blogging friend Just Ramblin’ Pier is a very talented photographer and her posts are always enriched with beautiful photos that perfectly capture moments in time that stay with you long after you have read her blog.

I visit her blog every day and this morning I read her latest post called ‘How do you share your moments?’ It talks about how moments are photographed by many creative and talented bloggers and woven into stories that are then shared with the world.

To acknowledge this photographic creativity Just Ramblin’ has designed the Creative Capture Blogging Award, an award for bloggers that “put their creative eye behind the lens and capture moments that are shared with the world.”

In her post, Just Ramblin’ lists the first recipients of this award and I was thrilled to see Bassasblog in the list.

Thank you very much Just Ramblin’. The tall person is my camera person and I know it can be quite challenging for him to take photos with one hand whilst holding on to my leash with the other. Tall person says “Thank you!”

I have included a link to Just Ramblin’ Pier’s post and I would highly recommend you drop by the blogs of the other recipients of the award and of course look at the amazing photography on Just Ramblin’ Pier’s blog.

They are all well worth a visit!

You wanted proof?

A little while ago I published my theory about lemons and their importance to the small business entrepreneur. You may remember that I highlighted the frequent instances of lemons being sold alongside apparently unrelated other goods, such as hats and scarves and gloves.

I suggested that this was a new and innovative marketing ploy, with lemons as the lure.

Several readers disagreed with my theory and suggested that there is a connection between lemons and winter clothing because lemons are traditionally used in hot drinks to help people suffering from colds. I thought about this and it made sense.


Today, I saw a lady who sells plastic bags and……lemons. As far as I know there is no connection between plastic bags and cold weather and there are far too many plastic bags for customers who buy the lady’s lemons.

Conclusive proof of the allure of lemons in the retail sector.

I rest my case.

Here is the link to my earlier post:

It’s art!

I sensed something was different when I woke this morning and I immediately alerted the tall person so that we could both investigate. It took him a little while to respond to my wake up barks but eventually he emerged from the bedroom and followed me to the back door.

When we opened the door we discovered that it was snowing! I looked up at the tall person, expecting some appreciation for waking him at 6.00 a.m. to share this magical moment, but he was still at his pre-coffee stage and not very communicative.

I went outside to enjoy the snow and crisp winter air and he went inside to enjoy a cup of strong coffee.

The little person was as excited as me when he woke up and saw the snow.

His school is on top of a mountain on the other side of the city and snow always falls thickly there.

Snowballs and anthropomorphic snow sculptures (snowmen) for you today little person!

When the school bus arrived the tall person took the little person down to the street and took this picture of their footprints on the steps.

It would have been nice to have my paw print next to their footprints but the tall person said the steps might be too slippery for me.

He said he would clear the snow before we went on our morning walk.

Thank you kind tall person.

I watched them both from the veranda and when the tall person returned I went inside.

Knowing that the tall person likes taking pictures of footprints I made some on the hall floor for him to photograph.

Hmm, De was not very happy.

Somehow I don’t think she appreciates art as much as the tall person and me.

Time travelling paperboy (or papergirl) urgently wanted!

We passed a little newspaper shop on our walk this morning and the tall person told me that it is a tradition in many homes in England to buy a Sunday newspaper. This is read at breakfast or after lunch or sometimes both because some newspapers have a large number of supplementary sections and can take a long time to read.

The tall person said that in the U.K. and in some other countries boys and girls called paperboys (and papergirls) deliver newspapers on their bicycles to people’s homes in their neighborhoods. The boys and girls get up very early because people like to read their newspapers at breakfast time.

This newspaper shop did not have any British Sunday newspapers. In fact it did not have any Sunday newspapers as newspapers are not published on a Sunday in Georgia.

I know that the tall person misses the British Sunday newspapers so I suggested that we ask a British paperboy or papergirl to cycle to our house and deliver a Sunday newspaper. The tall person did a quick calculation and said that it would probably take between 25 and 30 days to cycle here so the newspaper would be almost one month old by the time it reached us. He said that reading a newspaper that old would be like travelling back in time. Hmm, what we need then tall person is a time travelling paperboy or papergirl that can cycle back from the future.