If I start a commotion

Grrr. Spike's always especially intense about the cat herding first thing in the morning when he hasn't seen them for a few hours. Drives me fucking nuts. He just attempted a very complicated, fast flip and switch sort of move, intended to put himself between Blade and the bedroom door in less time than it took Blade to run three feet.

It might have worked on a larger scale, with sheep and better footing, but what actually happened was a long moment of paws scrabbling on linoleum Wile E. Coyote fashion, culminating in a foot in the water bowl which flipped into the air, soaking Spike, me, three cats and the dog crate.

He was so embarrassed that he didn't even protest at the longest downstay of his entire life.

( Annoying bugger )

I took the camera on a dog walk yesterday and just kept the video setting running. I've got six minutes of dog walk fun including a guest appearance by the Helyar Road Terriers and Spike jumping to the top of a six foot fence, but it came to 113mb and it's too big to upload anywhere. Anyone got any ideas? I know not everyone would want to see it but I think I have a few friends that would, and I'd dearly love to give them the choice. The terriers were exceptionally cute.

If I start a commotion

Grrr. Spike's always especially intense about the cat herding first thing in the morning when he hasn't seen them for a few hours. Drives me fucking nuts. He just attempted a very complicated, fast flip and switch sort of move, intended to put himself between Blade and the bedroom door in less time than it took Blade to run three feet.

It might have worked on a larger scale, with sheep and better footing, but what actually happened was a long moment of paws scrabbling on linoleum Wile E. Coyote fashion, culminating in a foot in the water bowl which flipped into the air, soaking Spike, me, three cats and the dog crate.

He was so embarrassed that he didn't even protest at the longest downstay of his entire life.

( Annoying bugger )

I took the camera on a dog walk yesterday and just kept the video setting running. I've got six minutes of dog walk fun including a guest appearance by the Helyar Road Terriers and Spike jumping to the top of a six foot fence, but it came to 113mb and it's too big to upload anywhere. Anyone got any ideas? I know not everyone would want to see it but I think I have a few friends that would, and I'd dearly love to give them the choice. The terriers were exceptionally cute.

I've been around the block and back

Dog Walk With Me

This is between one-third and one-half of an average everyday walk round the block for the dogs to pee and stuff.

I can't help noticing my shadow's uncanny resemblance to Queen Victoria.

I've been around the block and back

Dog Walk With Me

This is between one-third and one-half of an average everyday walk round the block for the dogs to pee and stuff.

I can't help noticing my shadow's uncanny resemblance to Queen Victoria.

Your life becomes as sickening as that mess you call your face

Ahhh, fucking wonderful. I suspected something last night when I took the dogs out at midnight and there were two men wanting to come in. I knew they didn't live here. They were polite enough, but they had... that look. It's like the fucking Dark Mark and I felt mine fucking burning.

I knew it for certain this afternoon. I walked down the hallway and there were two KitKat wrappers - the ones which come wrapped in actual tinfoil - and a small piece of crumpled, dusty plastic bag lying on the floor.

Reflexively, to confirm what I already knew, I touched the plastic to the tip of my tongue. I wished I hadn't afterwards... I was spitting in the bramble bushes and scrubbing my tongue on my T-shirt but I couldn't clear the taste away. I got back inside and spit and gargled, spit and gargled, spit and gargled again. It made my lip numb and my stomach churn in pure fear and loathing. I spent five fucking years scrubbing that taste and smell off myself, and now, here in my fucking safe space, one of my fucking neighbours is shitting it on my doorstep. I want them out of here, I want them gone, I want them fucking dead.

Small mercies. The Kitkat wrapper means whoever it is is smoking it and not fixing. That means there won't be dirty needles lying around the place... at least, not for a while. I hope.

Good stuff happened today, for which I am soulshakingly grateful. It helped take the taste away. I can't talk about it in the same entry as this. Two different worlds.

Your life becomes as sickening as that mess you call your face

Ahhh, fucking wonderful. I suspected something last night when I took the dogs out at midnight and there were two men wanting to come in. I knew they didn't live here. They were polite enough, but they had... that look. It's like the fucking Dark Mark and I felt mine fucking burning.

I knew it for certain this afternoon. I walked down the hallway and there were two KitKat wrappers - the ones which come wrapped in actual tinfoil - and a small piece of crumpled, dusty plastic bag lying on the floor.

Reflexively, to confirm what I already knew, I touched the plastic to the tip of my tongue. I wished I hadn't afterwards... I was spitting in the bramble bushes and scrubbing my tongue on my T-shirt but I couldn't clear the taste away. I got back inside and spit and gargled, spit and gargled, spit and gargled again. It made my lip numb and my stomach churn in pure fear and loathing. I spent five fucking years scrubbing that taste and smell off myself, and now, here in my fucking safe space, one of my fucking neighbours is shitting it on my doorstep. I want them out of here, I want them gone, I want them fucking dead.

Small mercies. The Kitkat wrapper means whoever it is is smoking it and not fixing. That means there won't be dirty needles lying around the place... at least, not for a while. I hope.

Good stuff happened today, for which I am soulshakingly grateful. It helped take the taste away. I can't talk about it in the same entry as this. Two different worlds.