Odd word, dogging. At University dogging on meant hanging in there and showing resilience. These days there may be some hanging and resilience involved in the word but otherwise the relationship with al fresco exhibitionist copulation and how we used the expression couldn’t be further apart.
Using the old meaning, though I’m inclined to think my blogging has involved a certain amount of doggin’ on. For some reason the new editor on wordpress won’t let me search easily for earlier posts so I have to try and identify a post close to when I think I wrote such and such a post and then follow for one to the next until the correct one appears.
This did however lead me to one of those rabbit holes that took me right back to the start of my blogging journey (April 2014 if anyone wonders). At about post number five was my first ever attempt at flash fiction, following one of Charli Mills’ prompts at her carrot ranch. Goodness, how many prompts and pieces have there been since then?
This was my piece…
Dogged
Harry dropped his gaze to avoid looking at Sally. No point; she didn’t know he existed. He looked at the dog.
Milton looked back; he scratched his ear before lowering himself into a squat.
“No. Christ. Not here.”
Milton held Harry’s gaze as he shat on the pavement.
“Great” Harry stared at the sticky turd. He patted his pocket. No bags.
Harry glanced up, wondering if he could leave it. To his horror, Sally was a few paces away. She held out her crisp packet. “Here.”
“What?”
“For that.”
As Harry cleared up, Sally rubbed Milton’s head. “Cute dog.”
Dogs. Always dogs. Dog had only been with us for a year at that point. He’s appeared on this blog more than most and proves more popular by the day. He’s a great example of doggin’ on. Maybe that would be my phrase, my motto. I wonder what it is in Latin?
I’ve shared this before. It deserves another airing…
It’s been that sort of day… kind of drifty. Maybe it’s because I donated some plasma yesterday; my brain is a bit befuddled. Now that was a fascinating procedure; they take out blood, give it a spin to extract said plasma and return the red stuff until they’ve pulled out 560ml, hand you a chocolate bar or a packet of cheese nibbles and send you on your way with a lot of grateful thanks. I wonder where my old geezer plasma will end up? In some 4G TV perhaps.
TanGental 
Grins all about here! Dog has certainly found his tribe!
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Dog just does his dog thing. Seems to work for him fine.
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I remember that flash all the way back then, Geoff. I enjoyed the laughs too. Thanks.
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Any time !
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Great story and splendid video I’ve never seen before.
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They’ve excellent with some tremendous songs. Try Cheap Flights sometime
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I’ve no idea what my first piece of flash was for the Carrot Ranch. I’ll have to check the archives, but if it ended up in one of my books, then it will have been deleted.
Well done on the plasma donation. Now I know why my TV picture is so clear.
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Best quality!!
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Reblogged this on NEW OPENED BLOG > https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Now you all know, how difficult learning the English language could be. At least for using it in official correspondence. Lol Thank you for the smile, Geoff! Have a nice day! xx Michael
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It’s a trial for we locals so I understand your pain Michael
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Thank you, Geoff! Have a nice weekend! xx Michael
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“Good shit!” all round.
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Indeed. Perfect use of the vernacular!
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Well done on the donation. Maybe your old geezer plasma will end up in a dog. It would be justice of sorts.
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That’s true. I believe it is destined for premature babies. I wonder if they get asked if they mind.
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Yes and they most always don’t object.
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I was worried. My internet is so slow today, pictures load like in the ancient technical era of the 1990s, one line of pixels at a time. And I can see your title. I’ve watched THAT video before. I don’t know what to expect in the slow tease of intermittent technology. Whew! It’s Dog! And a new phrase. Oh! And THAT video again!
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Yes. One all time favourite. I’m such a sad case, stuck in my smutty groove
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Dogging here = skiving school. As well as the other meaning. I have never seen that video and I thought it was fabulous!
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Try some of their others. They’re brilliant cabaret performers who we tend to see trying new and old material at the Fringe when we come up. For anyone who’s suffered with Ryanair or Easy Jet, Cheap Flights is a hoot
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Dog has wormed his way into my heart! Doggin’ in. Great video. And good on you for donating plasma!
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Thanks. I think it might become a regular thing.
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The world needs more of your type that venture out and donate plasma. I know what you mean about rabbit holes and blogging: fun and games.
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Yes it’s easy to lose oneself!!
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Happy Dogging Geoff 💜💜💜
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Thanks. Not sure my back is up to it
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Lovely
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