I'm on my way, I'm making it

I joined that Trekkie dating site: look!

If anyone thinks of anything else I ought to have put on my profile, let me know. But they only allow 255 characters; hard to convey a sense of personality in such a small space. I decided to just stick to the facts. If anyone contacts me they can get to know me then.

*sits back and waits for men to fill my inbox*

( Memeage )

I'm on my way, I'm making it

I joined that Trekkie dating site: look!

If anyone thinks of anything else I ought to have put on my profile, let me know. But they only allow 255 characters; hard to convey a sense of personality in such a small space. I decided to just stick to the facts. If anyone contacts me they can get to know me then.

*sits back and waits for men to fill my inbox*

( Memeage )

Just for kicks

( Nicked from kiss_kass because I'm bored as well )

In other news, Squish has added Jimi Hendrix' Voodoo Chile, Van Morrison's version of Baby Please Don't Go and the saxophone solo from Walk On The Wild Side to his Music To Howl To list...

Just for kicks

( Nicked from kiss_kass because I'm bored as well )

In other news, Squish has added Jimi Hendrix' Voodoo Chile, Van Morrison's version of Baby Please Don't Go and the saxophone solo from Walk On The Wild Side to his Music To Howl To list...

More, more, more

( More Bored Memeage )

So I went to give the Pack a little exercise out on the greenspace by the flat. My original plan was to play with them both together, then start taking them out individually for very short spells at regular intervals. They both need individual attention and Squish really needs to learn that the world hasn't ended if he's left alone for five minutes. I just thought I'd give them one session together first to take the edge off.

But the black and white cat who's been exchanging meaningful glances with Spike through the window messed that up for us by streaking in front of them in plain view just as I was unclipping Squish's lead after attaching the long line. So Squish took off at warp 9.999998 and Spike followed - I can usually stop Spike with my voice all right, but I fumbled the plastic handle and grabbed for the line itself to stop Squish, so the pain of having the nylon cord slice through three fingers made me lose my voice for a second. And then the nylon cord broke, which really did surprise me (this is not the same cord that broke before, it's heavier and newer).

The cat disappeared over the wall round the corner, Spike came straight back, Squish attempted to run past me and carry on romping round the neighbourhood, but I did at least manage to put a stop to that by treading on the line. But if it's going to break that bloody easily it's clearly not safe to use again and I'm back at square one.

Call me a stupid pet owner if you want. I freely admit that right now I really don't feel I'm coping all that well with having two dogs. They're now being underexercised today because both my hands hurt too fucking much to hold the leads for very long, so that's another thing to feel guilty about.

*bangs head against wall*

More, more, more

( More Bored Memeage )

So I went to give the Pack a little exercise out on the greenspace by the flat. My original plan was to play with them both together, then start taking them out individually for very short spells at regular intervals. They both need individual attention and Squish really needs to learn that the world hasn't ended if he's left alone for five minutes. I just thought I'd give them one session together first to take the edge off.

But the black and white cat who's been exchanging meaningful glances with Spike through the window messed that up for us by streaking in front of them in plain view just as I was unclipping Squish's lead after attaching the long line. So Squish took off at warp 9.999998 and Spike followed - I can usually stop Spike with my voice all right, but I fumbled the plastic handle and grabbed for the line itself to stop Squish, so the pain of having the nylon cord slice through three fingers made me lose my voice for a second. And then the nylon cord broke, which really did surprise me (this is not the same cord that broke before, it's heavier and newer).

The cat disappeared over the wall round the corner, Spike came straight back, Squish attempted to run past me and carry on romping round the neighbourhood, but I did at least manage to put a stop to that by treading on the line. But if it's going to break that bloody easily it's clearly not safe to use again and I'm back at square one.

Call me a stupid pet owner if you want. I freely admit that right now I really don't feel I'm coping all that well with having two dogs. They're now being underexercised today because both my hands hurt too fucking much to hold the leads for very long, so that's another thing to feel guilty about.

*bangs head against wall*