Squish dog found a whole unopened pack of buffet pork pies on our 11pm dog walk and I maliciously stopped him eating them. WOE IS SQUISH.

Storms. And torrential rain. I feel guilty, because I only gave the dogs a quick on-leash walk instead of a full-on park romp this morning. But two out of three of us didn't want to be out in that weather, and once that thunder gets louder Spike won't be so keen either. I gave him a melatonin tablet wrapped in cheese in case it gets worse later ( Read more... )

I love local kids who gather in groups on patches of rough ground to smoke weed. I love them for many reasons: if they're smoking weed and not drinking, they're going to leave the ground littered with butts and bits of card instead of fucking broken glass; it may look untidy but it's biodegradable and not likely to have me rushing to the vet's to ( Read more... )