If I start acting stupid I'll shoot myself
Squish is obsessively eating grass today. This probably means I'll be cleaning up puke before day's end. It's also very frustrating for Spike, having to stand still while his compatriot grazes like a dairy cow, but I alleviate that a little by letting him play tug-of-war with the leash. I probably shouldn't do that on principle, but I include some training in it by making him practise his off-switch - besides, it's fun.
There's a particularly ugly and grubby local child who's taken a liking to my lads after seeing Spike leap lightly to the top of a six-foot wall to check out a cat in someone's garden. He thinks Spike is like Superman. I can't blame him for that, but I wish he wouldn't ask so many incomprehensible questions. Yesterday I had to deploy the Glare of Death on him when he attempted to slap Spike for me after Spike accidentally caught my finger in the tug game. YOU DO NOT SLAP MY DOG, snotmonkey!
At least I've impressed some principles of responsible dog ownership on him. I think he was under the impression that I carried bags of dogshit around with me for amusement until I explained that only disgusting foul rude people didn't pick up after their dogs. Poo Police: The Next Generation!
In other news, my Dad sent me three hundred dollars via my aunt, who visited last week... I've been wondering what useful, permanent and not too frivolous thing I ought to do with it, and I think I'm going to spend it on the flat. It ought to cover the remainder of the black vinyl floor (I miscalculated the original amount slightly, so the hallway and bathroom are still floorless) and leave enough over for repainting. I am so very, very sick of the magnolia walls and Council pondslime coloured doors... Terok Nor, here we come!
There's a particularly ugly and grubby local child who's taken a liking to my lads after seeing Spike leap lightly to the top of a six-foot wall to check out a cat in someone's garden. He thinks Spike is like Superman. I can't blame him for that, but I wish he wouldn't ask so many incomprehensible questions. Yesterday I had to deploy the Glare of Death on him when he attempted to slap Spike for me after Spike accidentally caught my finger in the tug game. YOU DO NOT SLAP MY DOG, snotmonkey!
At least I've impressed some principles of responsible dog ownership on him. I think he was under the impression that I carried bags of dogshit around with me for amusement until I explained that only disgusting foul rude people didn't pick up after their dogs. Poo Police: The Next Generation!
In other news, my Dad sent me three hundred dollars via my aunt, who visited last week... I've been wondering what useful, permanent and not too frivolous thing I ought to do with it, and I think I'm going to spend it on the flat. It ought to cover the remainder of the black vinyl floor (I miscalculated the original amount slightly, so the hallway and bathroom are still floorless) and leave enough over for repainting. I am so very, very sick of the magnolia walls and Council pondslime coloured doors... Terok Nor, here we come!