(no subject)
Bloody buggering hell, I hate the holidays. Tinsel and bright trees and disturbingly egg-like beverages. Who in their right minds would celebrate this willingly? Even presents aren't worth all the scrambling which is, really, quite annoying and slightly frightening. I'm afraid I had to push some form of small child out of the way earlier while, er, finding something appropriate for Bournard.
...it's different when you've got a canine involved. He has really improved, the sport. He rarely chews on my shoes and he's stopped wetting the seats each time we go for a ride. I wished to buy him something completely delightful, like a chew toy of plant life, but he seemed satisfied with an extra portion of Puppy Chow™. Amazing how that worked out. I suppose I needn't have fussed.
Er, still.
I must admit, a growing bundle of fur snoring happily in one's lap does make the dreaded and awful Yuletide season slightly more endurable.
A bit.
...it's different when you've got a canine involved. He has really improved, the sport. He rarely chews on my shoes and he's stopped wetting the seats each time we go for a ride. I wished to buy him something completely delightful, like a chew toy of plant life, but he seemed satisfied with an extra portion of Puppy Chow™. Amazing how that worked out. I suppose I needn't have fussed.
Er, still.
I must admit, a growing bundle of fur snoring happily in one's lap does make the dreaded and awful Yuletide season slightly more endurable.
A bit.