Squish gets his own post today. My microwave died, so I'm having to reheat things in saucepans - this is a major pain in the arse, and today I fucked up and switched on the wrong ring on the cooker. So my saucepan's sitting there stone cold, while the ring next to it is quietly setting fire to the potholder and unopened packet of instant custard powder that happen to be sitting on it.
Okay, I wasn't asleep or in the bath or anything; I would have noticed before burning the whole building down. But Squish noticed before I did, and barked furiously at the kitchen till I went and discovered my smouldering cock-up. GET THAT DOG SOME CHEESE.
The snow is all gone now, and I don't expect to see it again this year. Damn, it was fun while it lasted, though. I also learned that Squish, while he likes snow on the ground and snowballs, is terrified of snowmen. I sort of knew this already, but I thought that was a one-off. It's not - we came across two snowmen in people's front yards this week and both of them freaked him out considerably.
( Squishy! )
i know it's not much of a snowman - we really didn't get THAT much snow. It still terrified my special spotted dog. He couldn't decide whether he ought to attack it or run like hell. In the end he compromised by trying to bark it to death from a safe distance. I love my freak dog.
Okay, I wasn't asleep or in the bath or anything; I would have noticed before burning the whole building down. But Squish noticed before I did, and barked furiously at the kitchen till I went and discovered my smouldering cock-up. GET THAT DOG SOME CHEESE.
The snow is all gone now, and I don't expect to see it again this year. Damn, it was fun while it lasted, though. I also learned that Squish, while he likes snow on the ground and snowballs, is terrified of snowmen. I sort of knew this already, but I thought that was a one-off. It's not - we came across two snowmen in people's front yards this week and both of them freaked him out considerably.
( Squishy! )
i know it's not much of a snowman - we really didn't get THAT much snow. It still terrified my special spotted dog. He couldn't decide whether he ought to attack it or run like hell. In the end he compromised by trying to bark it to death from a safe distance. I love my freak dog.