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Well, we survived the grocery shopping. I hate going with Mum... she walks round painfully slowly and kept stopping to talk to people, but we were both feeling too feak and weeble to go on our own - she wanted someone strong to heave her gallons of white wine about and I needed someone with a car to drive my hundredweight of dogfood home - it's not a long walk, but it's a long way to carry something heavy.
I've got so used to always having my discman that it was a uniquely horrible experience walking round Asda without my own soundtrack. I could hear all the squalling kiddies and the foul canned music - at least it wasn't bloody Xmas music any longer, but it was bad enough. And I really could have done without Mum yattering to Ossie on the checkout for ten minutes, especially as he apparently can't talk and scan shopping at the same time - the faces in the queue behind us were getting distinctly stony...
Both Mum and I have been taking extra vitamin C while we've been ill, in the form of those effervescent orange tablets. I plopped mine into a glass this evening and was waiting for it to dissolve when Squish poked his head round the door in a state of great worry and trepidation. He kept coming into the room but not quite daring to approach me... it took a minute or so to work out that he was frightened of the sound the fizzing liquid was making in the glass. This is a dog that isn't fazed by thunderstorms and actually enjoys coming outside to watch fireworks with me... I couldn't get him to come within five feet of the glass until after I'd dipped my fingers in it and proved to him that it tasted good. If he actually has a brain between those ravishing satin ears, (and the jury's still out on that) it's a bloody strange one.
As I write this, Spike is on my bed carefully rearranging my pillows for his comfort. He's going to be disappointed, since I'm going back there myself in a few minutes. I'd be happy to share with him, myself, but he's too jumpy, light-sleeping and touch-sensitive to sleep anywhere but alone. He gets to use mine when I'm not in it though, as a special Alpha Dog privilege. And he makes a nice warm patch for me...
Going back to bed to watch some more B5 now. My new favourite line, from Rising Star: "All love is unrequited, Stephen."
Oh, and "I hope you've brought a change of underwear..."
I've got so used to always having my discman that it was a uniquely horrible experience walking round Asda without my own soundtrack. I could hear all the squalling kiddies and the foul canned music - at least it wasn't bloody Xmas music any longer, but it was bad enough. And I really could have done without Mum yattering to Ossie on the checkout for ten minutes, especially as he apparently can't talk and scan shopping at the same time - the faces in the queue behind us were getting distinctly stony...
Both Mum and I have been taking extra vitamin C while we've been ill, in the form of those effervescent orange tablets. I plopped mine into a glass this evening and was waiting for it to dissolve when Squish poked his head round the door in a state of great worry and trepidation. He kept coming into the room but not quite daring to approach me... it took a minute or so to work out that he was frightened of the sound the fizzing liquid was making in the glass. This is a dog that isn't fazed by thunderstorms and actually enjoys coming outside to watch fireworks with me... I couldn't get him to come within five feet of the glass until after I'd dipped my fingers in it and proved to him that it tasted good. If he actually has a brain between those ravishing satin ears, (and the jury's still out on that) it's a bloody strange one.
As I write this, Spike is on my bed carefully rearranging my pillows for his comfort. He's going to be disappointed, since I'm going back there myself in a few minutes. I'd be happy to share with him, myself, but he's too jumpy, light-sleeping and touch-sensitive to sleep anywhere but alone. He gets to use mine when I'm not in it though, as a special Alpha Dog privilege. And he makes a nice warm patch for me...
Going back to bed to watch some more B5 now. My new favourite line, from Rising Star: "All love is unrequited, Stephen."
Oh, and "I hope you've brought a change of underwear..."
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