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I look haggard. My complexion is hideous, my hair has been chewed to a twig-like pulp, my eyes are bloodshot and I am sleep-deprived. Mum is just as bad, Karlern is out fishing in the woods and dad leaves for Turkey tomorrow. But, by gods, I love doggie. Anton has now been with us for a bit over a week, he knows his name and mostly comes when I call. He sits down when he knows he's being fed, and gets along famously with other dogs. He is formally known as Elfremas Jewel, and was named for his beauty (wihii, yes, he is divine). Anton is very cuddly, and does not deal well with being alone. If left alone for more than two minutes he will wail and scream untli someone rejoins him, for either beign chewed on, or a cuddle. Pictures are not yet on anything but memorycards, so I can't appeace you there, yet.

We met Prana (Almanza Four Leaf Clover, Norwegian and Swedish Champion) and Terese again today, and it struck me just how huge he is. "Oh, well, he's not nearly as big as I thought he would be," I thought last time. He is 40 kilos, which is quite considerable in a flat-coat. And so, utterly gorgeous. Calm, sweet and loving. We're told Anton has great angles and a wonderful face, so it seems we're being pried into showing him – I can just see me and mother at a dog-show. But, there you've got it, if you buy dogs of decent pedigree, you might have to show them for the sake of the parents. Very worth it, in my eyes.



On a literary note, I found the perfect example of why it is so important to find the perfect verb, rather than fall prey to adverbs. It's Cunningham (author ofThe Hours, amongst other things), from his Specimen Days. Which I so far have had to struggle a bit with, but it is intriguing. The same characters, in three different embodiments, of sorts. Some, central traits are the same, others changed. The names are the same, though perhaps abbreviated. And there is loads and loads of Whitman. Always New York, the first story sometime in the early 1900's, the second in present time and the third I have yet to begin. Anyway: "The other people were intricately made, and little clocks on chains. Lucas and Catherine were made of cruder stuff." Cunningham, Specimen Days, page 63.

What makes it so brilliant is that one word, they were made. It's not just description of how they looked, or what they wore, it's about how they were brought up, what they do and who they are. It would not have been nearly as effective without the use of made.



And Kristine, I am so, so sorry.

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I look haggard. My complexion is hideous, my hair has been chewed to a twig-like pulp, my eyes are bloodshot and I am sleep-deprived. Mum is just as bad, Karlern is out fishing in the woods and dad leaves for Turkey tomorrow. But, by gods, I love doggie. Anton has now been with us for a bit over a week, he knows his name and mostly comes when I call. He sits down when he knows he's being fed, and gets along famously with other dogs. He is formally known as Elfremas Jewel, and was named for his beauty (wihii, yes, he is divine). Anton is very cuddly, and does not deal well with being alone. If left alone for more than two minutes he will wail and scream untli someone rejoins him, for either beign chewed on, or a cuddle. Pictures are not yet on anything but memorycards, so I can't appeace you there, yet.

We met Prana (Almanza Four Leaf Clover, Norwegian and Swedish Champion) and Terese again today, and it struck me just how huge he is. "Oh, well, he's not nearly as big as I thought he would be," I thought last time. He is 40 kilos, which is quite considerable in a flat-coat. And so, utterly gorgeous. Calm, sweet and loving. We're told Anton has great angles and a wonderful face, so it seems we're being pried into showing him – I can just see me and mother at a dog-show. But, there you've got it, if you buy dogs of decent pedigree, you might have to show them for the sake of the parents. Very worth it, in my eyes.



On a literary note, I found the perfect example of why it is so important to find the perfect verb, rather than fall prey to adverbs. It's Cunningham (author ofThe Hours, amongst other things), from his Specimen Days. Which I so far have had to struggle a bit with, but it is intriguing. The same characters, in three different embodiments, of sorts. Some, central traits are the same, others changed. The names are the same, though perhaps abbreviated. And there is loads and loads of Whitman. Always New York, the first story sometime in the early 1900's, the second in present time and the third I have yet to begin. Anyway: "The other people were intricately made, and little clocks on chains. Lucas and Catherine were made of cruder stuff." Cunningham, Specimen Days, page 63.

What makes it so brilliant is that one word, they were made. It's not just description of how they looked, or what they wore, it's about how they were brought up, what they do and who they are. It would not have been nearly as effective without the use of made.



And Kristine, I am so, so sorry.