You may wonder how come I love you, when you get on my nerves like you do

Walking the dogs in filthy weather, treated to the sight of Squish's ears caught and flared out by the howling wind - I thought for a minute he might take off. Bless his silly heart.

Three swans flew over in a V-formation. They make a sort of whistling, honking sound in time with their wings pumping. And their wings creak.

Apart from that, arm is worse today (overdid ball-throwing & typing a bit yesterday and Monday) and I'm cramping and bloated and bellyaching. Dogs are suffering from lack of amusement due to owner dysfunction and stimulated by the weather (wind and rain) and are both feeling particularly batshit. Also Squish is having one of his compulsive grass-eating days, which makes Spike worse since he hates standing still.

I don't really want any other humans living with me, but holy fuck, on days like today I could really do with one. Maybe someone can design me a dogsitting-bot. Bleah.

You may wonder how come I love you, when you get on my nerves like you do

Walking the dogs in filthy weather, treated to the sight of Squish's ears caught and flared out by the howling wind - I thought for a minute he might take off. Bless his silly heart.

Three swans flew over in a V-formation. They make a sort of whistling, honking sound in time with their wings pumping. And their wings creak.

Apart from that, arm is worse today (overdid ball-throwing & typing a bit yesterday and Monday) and I'm cramping and bloated and bellyaching. Dogs are suffering from lack of amusement due to owner dysfunction and stimulated by the weather (wind and rain) and are both feeling particularly batshit. Also Squish is having one of his compulsive grass-eating days, which makes Spike worse since he hates standing still.

I don't really want any other humans living with me, but holy fuck, on days like today I could really do with one. Maybe someone can design me a dogsitting-bot. Bleah.