A new theme for Bones’ Diary

I got up this morning feeling like it was time for a change. I’ve been writing this inane drivel – I mean lierary masterpieces of the modern era – for almost a whole year, ever since July 29th 2011 when I wrote “Bones’ Diary – THE BEGINNING”. There was a little post before that, but I don’t consider it to be the first one, the one where I said: “Hello world, I’m Bones.”

So I’ve changed the theme on my site. I really like it, reminds me of that time last year when dad took me on holiday to the beach by the biiiiiig pond. Thinking back to that makes me misty eyed, or at least it would if I weren’t as tough as old boot leather! hehehehe

Let me know what you think of my new look site, you know I love reading comments from my friends all around the world.

Even the Dog-Botherer’s getting involved. Support around the world has been phenomenal, just hope the skins see sense and spare our brother Lennox.
Please sign the petitions.

The Beautiful Game

Thank the heavens for Euro 2012. Dad gets even grumpier than usual during the summer when there is no football on; by the way for my American friends’ information, I’m talking about proper football, not the silly armoured behemouths who run around for 5 seconds before leaving the pitch to be wrapped in a blanket and given oxygen and, despite only one person in a team of 40 being allowed to kick the ball, they still call it football? Hmm, strange.

No this is proper football, what Pele once called “the beautiful game.”

Dad loves football, he used to have a season ticket to see his team. I know he misses those crazy days. It’s funny, mom can be talking to him about any subject you like and you can tell by the faraway look in his eyes he hasn’t heard a word she’s said because he’s thinking about football! hehehehe

Away from the league though, this summer he has the distraction of the European Championships. Yet watching England play can be as agonising as watching his club side.

I must admit, I’m a big fan of the game myself and I’ve been there sitting watching all the games on tv. Here’s a photo of me watching the England v Sweden match with my dad.




After a good start Sweden went 2-1 up and dad wore despair like a heavy cloak. His moods seem entangled with the fate of our national team. Each Swedish goal was like a knife that twisted into him. As his faithful dog I felt it too as the opposition scored:




As they attacked dad would sit further and further forward in his seat, Walcott hit one from the edge of the box “Go on…go on…go on….y…ye….YES!!! YEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!! GOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!!!! GET IN THERE!!!!!” His arms aloft, his face contorted with joy. I was going just as mental as him:



We celebrated together, dad and Bones, Bones and dad. “Eng-er-land, Eng-er-land, Eng-er-land…..” We didn’t want to settle for a point though, not after drawing our first game against France. But then Walcott drives for the line, knocks it across, Wellbeck…. oh what a goal, what a cheeky little goal, what a beautiful goal. Bones and dad, dad and Bones raising the roof:




England win…..Ukraine next!

After the match I was spent, all that emotion takes it out of you:

I love football!

Support Lennox from Belfast

One of my best friends, Marina Kanavaki, sent me this link: http://our-compass.org/2012/06/13/please-write-to-save-lennox-sample-letter/

I hadn’t heard about this but apparently one of our furry brothers has been put on death row in Belfast and has been there for two years, just because they say he looks like a pitbull. They measured him and from those measurements they have ascertained that he is a dangerous dog and should be destroyed.

The dog in question, Lennox, has never attacked anyone, has never shown aggression and is not even a pitbull, he’s a labrador/american bulldog cross and he is a family pet; a pet that is so loved by his family, they are prepared to pay thousands of pounds in court fees to bring him home.

A petition to spare his life has been signed by many thousands around the world yet it is ignored by the courts. Here is the latest from the Belfast Telegraph where even Northern Ireland’s First Minister joins the masses calling for justice.

How can this go on? Measuring a dog to determine if it is dangerous? That’s ridiculous – what genius came up with that gem? This reminds me of the stain of social darwinism in the 19th and 20th centuries when white supremecists resorted to skull measurement to prove they were higher on the evolutionary ladder than other races.

I’m asking all my friends around the world to support Lennox and get the lawmakers to take a fresh look at revising or repealing the Dangerous Dogs Act 1991


Losing hope for humanity

http://m.birminghammail.net/ms/p/tmg/bhammail/sXr6Ew3mzA7jeYwLOTEbaHw/view.m?id=4596167&tid=638956&cat=Top_Stories I sit and scratch my head sometimes when I see stories like this. When someone reaches a point so low that they could consider suicide their only way out, that’s such a tragedy. But for moronic onlookers to encourage them to jump????!!!!!!?????? What has this society come to? Or have I slept through the tipping point where normal society broke down, when the rules of decency became outdated and ignored en masse? Why didn’t you wake me? If you have a God to pray to, please spare a thought for this poor soul. Put in a good word for him, eh?