Beryl Vs Badger

If there's been a distinct drop-off in quality here this last week, you know who to blame. Yes, well, okay, me... but also her. Her up there, biting the badger (Not a euphemism.)

This is Beryl. She's a ten-week old Poochon puppy. A Poochon is a cross between a Bichon-Frise and a Poodle although to me she looks like the lead from "Honey, I Shrunk the Sheepdog!". (Not a real movie. As far as I know.)

I took some good footage of her playing with the giant badger muff (Also not a euphemism. You put your hands inside him to keep them warm. That's literally what he's for.) I was planning on editing it and making a decent post out of it. Certainly a better post than this one, anyway.

I spent about four hours, on and off, trying every possible trick to get the video off my phone and either onto the PC or into the Cloud but Google and/or Android and/or Microsoft and/or the whole damn lot of them together were having absolutely none of it. Google Photos, Google Drive, GMail, USB leads and MicroSD cards, none of them wanted to play.

In the end I managed to get two photos and a two-second clip to upload. Not much you can do with that. 

Mrs Bhagpuss offered to film Beryl on her iPhone so we did that. Then it turned out only half of it had recorded. Not the good half, either.

I'm not one to give up just because the universe is obviously giving me hints. Not to mention it was far too late in the evening to think of anything else to post. And here we are.

In the shot above, Beryl is in her kitchen basket, a converted whiskey barrel that made the entire house smell like a distillery for days after it arrived. She's looking deceptively calm except for the devil-dog eyes. An artifact of technology, I'm pleased to say. I'd be worried if she really looked like that.

With luck I'll get some better video of her soon because what I have to offer today is really not good. At the rate she's growing, though, it's probably best to slam up something fast. She won't be a puppy forever. 

And that, I'm embarassed to say, is all I've got. Take it or leave it. Although, if you're reading this, I guess that decision's already been made.