My uncle writes:

Your doggies are sweet...When Robin brought them over this morning, she warned me that they were (surprise!) wet, so I cleverly closed the bedroom doors to protect the beds, and went to the computer ( Read more... )

We left the dogs at home for a couple of hours, which in most households is perfectly fine, but came back to find Tilde had made her way upstairs and expressed her disapproval in rather biological terms. Sigh.

Blue didn't eat anything he shouldn't though!

Cross-posted at http://electricland.dreamwidth.org/707680.html.
( Read more... )

( Read more... )

My mum and I drove to Brampton in not-yet-horrible snow on Saturday to look at a young Airedale who needed a home. And as Jen and her parents said, what were the odds that the two of us would drive all the way to Brampton to look at an Airedale and come back without him ( Read more... )

Jen is back, and the number of dogs I am responsible for has halved. Thank goodness.

We actually got on pretty well yesterday evening. I got to John and Helen's late; both girls were ecstatic to see me and Tilde insisted she was starving! starving! Which may have been true as pariah_ink got stuck at work and couldn't come to feed her at her usual time. On ( Read more... )

So I am once again dogsitting Basta. The timing is poor, however, as yesterday Jen made one of her periodic trips to Montreal and I am also dogsitting Tilde, and John and Helen are in Europe. So last night it was me and two dogs not in their normal routine, and, well ( Read more... )

My aunt reports:

Today for lunch, Dan, John and I had cheese fondue and
asparagus.

Dan is drywalling Jen's middle room. John is wiring in first floor,
working around ducts. William had car trouble.

Vet called Jen and Tilde has pretty much been given a clean bill of
health.

Cheers, Helen

Also, last night I met Jen and pariah_ink to see Inside Man ( Read more... )

My aunt reports:

Today for lunch, thinking of David I made an extra large ( Read more... )

from Jen:

Tilde is doing really well! She doesn't seem to know that she's supposed to be convalescing at all. She has a bandage affair that looks like an undershirt made out of the purple self-sticky stuff that they use on casts. It means she can't curl up into a ball, but otherwise we're having a hard time keeping her from jumping off things, ( Read more... )

My aunt reports:

Today for lunch Dan, John and I had sausage penne with Caesar ( Read more... )