More Churchill The Wonder Dog + Alexander Skarsgard

No, there isn't a real match between either but I'm catching up on the blog thing (which I'm told I need to do more often) by mentioning two males in one blog post hit. 

How can you not love the look in these eyes? "You rescued me. What happens now?"

One "hit" is my dog, #ChurchillTheWonderDog - a rescue fella, as you may know from my previous (although infrequent) posts. Here's one: Churchill The Rescue Dog Down At The Beach and here's another from the time, eight months or so ago, that we got him (he probably rescued us more than we rescued him). Sunday Roundup: We Got A Rescue Dog

Anyway, my last post about Churchie down at the beach had me saying I had to get brave and let the boy off the leash at the park, because for some reason we don't know, and are likely never to really understand, he is fractious (and at close to 50 kilos that's a hugely strong kind of fractious) about being on the leash when other big dogs come up to him and taunt or just do doggie semi-aggressive stuff in front of him. Churchie is completely different off the leash, as I know from taking him down to the beach. I let him off the back of the ute and just let him go, and he's Captain Chill.

Anyway, my last post about him "Down at the Beach" had me saying I had to get brave and let him off the leash at the park. I did it!

And it worked. He is so desperate to say "hello" and do the sniff thing with his kind. That's all he wants. Today, he was off the leash in the park and I called out to two people walking their Jack Russel, "My dog's fine. He's okay." Something I'm getting a bit tired or saying, but continue to call it out as other people look shocked that this 50 kilo bruiser-looking dog is heading for their dog and might eat it. (Little do they know he can't run that fast and if he does give a spurt, it only goes for a minute or three before he gives up. Pretty similar to myself... I hate running. Hate it.) As it turned out, this little Jack Russel charged Churchill and went for him, yapping and snapping. He looked across at me with a look in his eyes that said, "Get me out of here! What's wrong with this female?" He then turned his shoulder on her and continued to sniff at another, far more interesting (and perhaps safer) trail on the grass. 

Now, I'm attempting leash-walking lessons! Go me. I have itty bitty treats in my pocket and whenever he gets ahead (50 kilos, remember - if he goes ahead I go with him and end up looking like an idiot woman with a bruiser dog she can't control. Thanks Churchill. We need to talk about my street cred some day). I encourage him to turn, come back to me, and he gets a treat. This way, he will hopefully learn that being on the leash/lead is not a bad thing but a normal thing. Early days, but it might work. It did today, at least. My aim is to be able to walk him on the leash to the beach.

Wish me luck.

Okay, so that's the Churchill update. But what about Alexander Skarsgard?

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Image from official trailer, The Legend of Tarzan. Click to follow link.

Well, the other day I read a blog post that made me smile wide and laugh out loud. Now, I know next to nothing about Mr. Skarsgard, but I do know that many of my kind (women) find him hugely attractive. Well, he is. Enough said. But this blog post, I Saw Tarzan And This Is My Review After Some Wines by Mama Said had me in stitches. If you've read my books you know I love humour, and I may not always take that humour to this degree, but something inside me wishes I do. Something inside me says I'd like to have written this blog post... So thank you Emily Writes NZ on Facebook for an excellent take on good men with sad eyes and extraordinary abs. We do like a guy with great shoulders and arms and abs. We really do. No, we really do. So long as he's a good guy and we get to share that goodness up close and personal - from a book or from a movie - then that good guy with those gorgeous eyes and tremendous abs is ours for the entire time it takes us to read the book or watch the movie. All ours. 

We like our fiction and our romance, and yet still we live our everyday lives, which means we know which is which. Just saying, for those out there who think women who read romance or like hero type men in books and movies might be persuaded to believe that the hype is swaying us towards expectatons of the impossible. Get real, those people. The fictional is optional and we'll take it if we damn well please and still get up the next morning to do all the things we, as women, need to do. #LoveFiction #LoveMovies #LoveTVDramas #LoveRomance #LoveAHappyEnding

Enjoy that Tarzan review
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Jennie x