Am haunted and melancholy at the news that a friend has lost her mother. Her pain is a raw, palpable thing across the Internet and I am, once again, utterly powerless to make any of it go away. All I can do is send love.

*love love love to Mia*

I'm also uncomfortably conscious that one day that will be me. Mum is sixty-four now and she's in the midst of a bad flu (I'm afraid it's the one I brought back from London, so I feel guilty as well). That day is drawing closer. I can't think of it. But I'll be giving her an extra hug when I see her today.

...the dogs and the cat continue to provide a bouncy counterpoint. Spike is being exceptionally obnoxious even by his standards. Recently I've been carrying a tug toy in my coat pocket, to help him let off steam and reduce wear and tear on his leash (which is a fancy-ass double-ended training leash that I'd rather not have to replace just yet). The letting-off of steam is a thing we both enjoy, and I'm also using the opportunity to practise his tugmonster on/off switch. Tugmonster!Spike is an impressive and scary sight. He doesn't do a steady grab-tug, he bounces, shifts his feet, shifts his grip, does sudden wrenches sideways, plays keep-away at breakneck snake-striking speed - and it's even more impressive to see him drop out of that into an alert excited sit on a word. So I don't want to stop the tug games. The trouble is that it's brought out his pushy side, and every time I pause for conversation he tries to pick my pocket or starts bouncing and barking in my face.

I know what I need to do. Calming signals, gentle firmness and more bloody exercise. I've let my arm and Squish's issues (try saying that five times fast) turn into an excuse for being lazy and it's time to stop. When I first got him I discovered he needed at least an hour's running and ball playing a day to be capable of civilised behaviour for the other twenty-three. He's calmer generally now than he was then but his essential nature hasn't changed, and I've been making him bottle it up too long. Time to pull my finger out before it turns into a serious problem.

...but not today, because I'm on my way to the Magistrate's Court to deal with this piece of stupidity.
Am haunted and melancholy at the news that a friend has lost her mother. Her pain is a raw, palpable thing across the Internet and I am, once again, utterly powerless to make any of it go away. All I can do is send love.

*love love love to Mia*

I'm also uncomfortably conscious that one day that will be me. Mum is sixty-four now and she's in the midst of a bad flu (I'm afraid it's the one I brought back from London, so I feel guilty as well). That day is drawing closer. I can't think of it. But I'll be giving her an extra hug when I see her today.

...the dogs and the cat continue to provide a bouncy counterpoint. Spike is being exceptionally obnoxious even by his standards. Recently I've been carrying a tug toy in my coat pocket, to help him let off steam and reduce wear and tear on his leash (which is a fancy-ass double-ended training leash that I'd rather not have to replace just yet). The letting-off of steam is a thing we both enjoy, and I'm also using the opportunity to practise his tugmonster on/off switch. Tugmonster!Spike is an impressive and scary sight. He doesn't do a steady grab-tug, he bounces, shifts his feet, shifts his grip, does sudden wrenches sideways, plays keep-away at breakneck snake-striking speed - and it's even more impressive to see him drop out of that into an alert excited sit on a word. So I don't want to stop the tug games. The trouble is that it's brought out his pushy side, and every time I pause for conversation he tries to pick my pocket or starts bouncing and barking in my face.

I know what I need to do. Calming signals, gentle firmness and more bloody exercise. I've let my arm and Squish's issues (try saying that five times fast) turn into an excuse for being lazy and it's time to stop. When I first got him I discovered he needed at least an hour's running and ball playing a day to be capable of civilised behaviour for the other twenty-three. He's calmer generally now than he was then but his essential nature hasn't changed, and I've been making him bottle it up too long. Time to pull my finger out before it turns into a serious problem.

...but not today, because I'm on my way to the Magistrate's Court to deal with this piece of stupidity.
yay! the magistrates looked through all the facts, admitted it wasn't my fuck-up, asked how long I'd been off drugs and elected to let me off the fine, under a legal fiction of "imprisoning" me in the courthouse for two hours - all but fifteen minutes of which I'd already spent waiting for my case to come up.

many thanks to Poole Magistrates. that was both fair and kind.

picked up groceries on the way home and am nw all tired after hauling them all home by hand from Mum's. Grocery shopping is very annoying when you constantly have to remember not to buy more than you can easily walk home carrying. It's even more annoying when you seem to be constitutionally incapable of remembering it, but I only have myself to blame for that.

there are a bunch of friends' entries I want to comment on and I'm too damn tired to make sense. later. love you.
yay! the magistrates looked through all the facts, admitted it wasn't my fuck-up, asked how long I'd been off drugs and elected to let me off the fine, under a legal fiction of "imprisoning" me in the courthouse for two hours - all but fifteen minutes of which I'd already spent waiting for my case to come up.

many thanks to Poole Magistrates. that was both fair and kind.

picked up groceries on the way home and am nw all tired after hauling them all home by hand from Mum's. Grocery shopping is very annoying when you constantly have to remember not to buy more than you can easily walk home carrying. It's even more annoying when you seem to be constitutionally incapable of remembering it, but I only have myself to blame for that.

there are a bunch of friends' entries I want to comment on and I'm too damn tired to make sense. later. love you.
I THINK I JUST SOLVED MY GROCERY HAULING PROBLEM!

The only thing is deciding who should pull it. Spike would go apeshit, Squish would crap himself in terror and Cassie's too small to haul much.

Clearly I need another dog!

;-)
I THINK I JUST SOLVED MY GROCERY HAULING PROBLEM!

The only thing is deciding who should pull it. Spike would go apeshit, Squish would crap himself in terror and Cassie's too small to haul much.

Clearly I need another dog!

;-)
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