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Someone remind me to phone the chemist in the morning. I've run out of Seroxat and I'm starting to feel it...
Three hours sleep, woken by erotic dreams which are starting to turn weird now. Enough, already! Make it stop now!
Slept a little more, woken up by Mum wandering in to use the computer. I've had some more coffee, phoned the chemist, phoned the nursing home and phoned the PAT coordinator.
Prescription should be ready Weds or Thurs - someone remind me nearer the time.
Nursing home visit will be Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday afternoon depending on when Sue (coordinator) can make it. I wanted her to come with me for the first time.
Spike is resting his head on my lap, whining and exercising his Border Collie mind control skills... throw the ball, throw the ball, throw the ball...
must go throw the ball...
Prescription should be ready Weds or Thurs - someone remind me nearer the time.
Nursing home visit will be Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday afternoon depending on when Sue (coordinator) can make it. I wanted her to come with me for the first time.
Spike is resting his head on my lap, whining and exercising his Border Collie mind control skills... throw the ball, throw the ball, throw the ball...
must go throw the ball...
I've always referred to Captain Spike as a Defiant-class dog, and you only have to see him next to my former foster-dog Max the GSP to see why. Now Max is an athlete in his own right - a hunting dog, bred to flush and fetch game all day or follow a blood-trail and hold a wounded boar at bay if necessary. He's not lacking in the 'big guns' department. He's beautiful to watch in motion, his long springy effortless strides at the trot and his ground-eating gallop that seems to be permanently a foot or so above the ground. And he can run faster than Spike, much to Spike's chagrin.
However, watch Max trying to steal Spike's rugby ball, and watch the tough little Collie play to his strengths: Max can outrun Spike all right, but Max at full speed needs ten yards to stop or change direction in - Spike can do it in his own length. Every time Max's teeth come close to the ball, Spike stops dead or turns in his tracks and watches the bigger dog overshoot him, again and again and again. If Spike is feeling particularly evil he'll run towards a tree or the kiddies' slide, veer off at the last instant and stand there grinning while Max crashes.
Because Spike is fond of Max, he usually allows him to play with the rugby ball when they meet in the park; but Spike considers himself the Alpha dog and every now and then he feels the need to remind Max that he only gets the rugby ball through Spike's indulgence. He waits for the moment when someone kicks the ball and Max starts chasing it, then launches a surgical strike... Spike's top speed is lower than Max's, but he can reach top speed much, much quicker, and Max never sees him coming. Just as Max extends his neck to reach for the ball, a black blur uncloaks from the side and neatly snatches it from inches in front of Max's nose.
Last week Spike cut it a bit fine and collided with Max. Max yelped, did a triple backward somersault and came up limping. Spike didn't break his stride or drop the ball...
(Edit: for anyone unaccountably reading this months later - Max=Squish)
However, watch Max trying to steal Spike's rugby ball, and watch the tough little Collie play to his strengths: Max can outrun Spike all right, but Max at full speed needs ten yards to stop or change direction in - Spike can do it in his own length. Every time Max's teeth come close to the ball, Spike stops dead or turns in his tracks and watches the bigger dog overshoot him, again and again and again. If Spike is feeling particularly evil he'll run towards a tree or the kiddies' slide, veer off at the last instant and stand there grinning while Max crashes.
Because Spike is fond of Max, he usually allows him to play with the rugby ball when they meet in the park; but Spike considers himself the Alpha dog and every now and then he feels the need to remind Max that he only gets the rugby ball through Spike's indulgence. He waits for the moment when someone kicks the ball and Max starts chasing it, then launches a surgical strike... Spike's top speed is lower than Max's, but he can reach top speed much, much quicker, and Max never sees him coming. Just as Max extends his neck to reach for the ball, a black blur uncloaks from the side and neatly snatches it from inches in front of Max's nose.
Last week Spike cut it a bit fine and collided with Max. Max yelped, did a triple backward somersault and came up limping. Spike didn't break his stride or drop the ball...
(Edit: for anyone unaccountably reading this months later - Max=Squish)
Misspellings really piss me off. I know it's a bit anal, but they really, really bug me.
Especially these: 'wierd' - it's WEIRD!
'seige' - it's SIEGE!
'diety' - the God of Atkins? It's 'DEITY', people!
[end of rant!]
Especially these: 'wierd' - it's WEIRD!
'seige' - it's SIEGE!
'diety' - the God of Atkins? It's 'DEITY', people!
[end of rant!]
Good rugby game at the park tonight. We were joined by a couple of seven-year-olds at first... Spike's always very keen on the little ones, but they're not really a lot of use in terms of providing him with exercise and amusement. Fortunately Jared and Hayden (both sixteen) turned up and helped give him a proper workout. Spike is exceptionally fond of Jared, and I've got rather a soft spot for him myself - pity he's not twenty years older...
Finished the last of the dry dog food tonight; this is the last time Spike's going to eat anything extruded or grain based. Went shopping at Asda and bought him some chicken wings and some minced beef for tomorrow - try and remember to phone the Real Meat Company in Poole tomorrow and enquire about their organic mince for pets - I have a feeling they may be willing to deliver it if I buy enough at a time, and I know it already contains offal and ground bone so it would be highly convenient.
Dullish night on TBBS tonight - well, it isn't, but I'm finding the place just a little flat and stale lately, for reasons that have very little to do with TBBS.
Mum has a copy of Patricia Cornwell's Blow Fly which she won't be reading till she's finished the last one, so I might just get away from the 'puter and do that instead. Or not - see how I feel.
Finished the last of the dry dog food tonight; this is the last time Spike's going to eat anything extruded or grain based. Went shopping at Asda and bought him some chicken wings and some minced beef for tomorrow - try and remember to phone the Real Meat Company in Poole tomorrow and enquire about their organic mince for pets - I have a feeling they may be willing to deliver it if I buy enough at a time, and I know it already contains offal and ground bone so it would be highly convenient.
Dullish night on TBBS tonight - well, it isn't, but I'm finding the place just a little flat and stale lately, for reasons that have very little to do with TBBS.
Mum has a copy of Patricia Cornwell's Blow Fly which she won't be reading till she's finished the last one, so I might just get away from the 'puter and do that instead. Or not - see how I feel.
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