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19 Responses to “scruffy, so what?”

1. Bendtherulz said this on May 20th, 2007 at 16:26

   My My – Hey Ruff you are adorable & you are lucky to have lil indian as your companion…Happy B’day dear !!

   Lil Indian reading – thx dear for sharing…..I just wish we also find few good homes for our pups…!

2. little indian said this on May 20th, 2007 at 18:43

   Wuff wuff.
   Ruff says thank you.
   🙂

3. flowerchild said this on May 21st, 2007 at 06:21

   Awwww….Ruff is soooo adorable ! One year huh? Yay ! 😀 party time ! 😀
   Hugs to both ! 😀

4. little indian said this on May 21st, 2007 at 13:22

   Thanks. 🙂
   Wuff wuff,wuff.
   Ruff has happily laid claim to
   all the hugs for its his special day.

5. singing moon said this on May 21st, 2007 at 15:03

   hello Ruff
   u r cute – looking a little mournful today
   happy Birthday x

6. little indian said this on May 21st, 2007 at 15:26

   thanks singing moon.

   Ruff says,
   Wuff,wuff.
   with all this affection “you are spoiling us”.

7. earthpal said this on May 21st, 2007 at 16:04

   Oh, he is gorgeous. What a cutie!

   Happy doggie birthday to Ruff.

8. little indian said this on May 21st, 2007 at 16:23

   Thanks earthpal.
   That’s his
   innocent until proven guilty look.

   He has been my constant blogging companion.

9. naj said this on May 22nd, 2007 at 02:11

   scruffy?

   Since no one can assure thee of the morrow,
   Rejoice thy heart to-day, and banish sorrow
   With moonbright wine, fair moon, for heaven’s moon
   Will look for us in vain on many a morrow.

   Let lovers all distraught and frenzied be,
   And flown with wine, and reprobates, like me
   When sober, I find everything amiss,
   But in my cups cry, “Let what will be, be.”

   A bit of Omar Khayam for you 🙂

10. little indian said this on May 22nd, 2007 at 07:56

    ‘Whatever will be, will be’,
    Omar Khayyam makes it sound much nicer.
    thanks Naj.
    we are touched.

11. Dissident said this on May 24th, 2007 at 18:00

    Hi little indian

    Came by and saw your little dog.

    Say hello to Ruff from me.

12. little indian said this on May 24th, 2007 at 18:36

    I will, Dissident.
    He is turning out to be an independant soul.
    Likes to explore, and do things his own way.

    And he is cute. (Wuff! he agrees).

13. sassybelle said this on May 28th, 2007 at 05:23

    Cutest.
    Puppy.
    EVER!

    Give him a cuddle for me?

14. phosphorescence1001 said this on June 8th, 2007 at 09:22

    Oh my God, I just wanted to leave a comment for the poem, those were the days…it made me cry,cause we used to sing that ar primary school, but it was’nt such a sad version…or maybe it was the innocence of my youth that made me so gay when I sang it? Thanks for posting it x

15. little indian said this on June 8th, 2007 at 10:37

    Thanks Naj,
    thanks for stopping by.
    You are so right.
    It always felt a happy song when we were young.
    The meaning seems has changed
    without me knowing as I grew older.
    Now when I hear it, it makes me think if I did fight and not lose.
    The use of the word ‘gay’
    to denote happiness takes me back to my childhood.

16. phosphorescence1001 said this on June 9th, 2007 at 12:18

    Oh dear little Indian, how old are you exactly…? Do per say remember the good old days when Charlie Chaplin’s movies hit the flicks?? What I mean is, ‘gay’ still meant ‘gay’ when I was at school but I’ve been reading to much Shakespeare since… Dont know about you, but Im still as fresh as ‘The darling Buds of May’. 🙂

17. little indian said this on June 9th, 2007 at 12:32

    Hi Naj,
    in the forties.
    My age I mean, not the decade.
    I moved to the west in the nineties,
    the decade I mean and not my age 😀 ,
    so I do not know where in the chronology
    of TV soaps lies my freshness or the lack of it.
    In India, to most the word gay
    still refers to the happy state of mind.
    So was a pleasant surprise to read it in your comment.

18. the cost of freedom « “me no big chief… said this on June 29th, 2007 at 13:27

    […] Ruff, my blogging companion, when he sits on my chest, with his paws on either side of my neck, hugging, and licking my face in a friendly earnest I cannot but help recognise him as friend, then I am no master. […]

19. the cost of freedom | "me no big chief ... said this on September 6th, 2008 at 17:40

    […] Ruff, my blogging companion, when he sits on my chest, with his paws on either side of my neck, hugging, and licking my face in a friendly earnest I cannot but help recognise him as my friend, then I am no master. […]