Blake’s four were having all sorts of
problems with a booby trapped door today. In between the door which was rigged
to a nuclear explosive which was going to explode within the hour they were
scrapping with natives and getting jiggy with ladies who seemed more interested
in getting jiggy with other ladies. I rather lost the plot about half way
through; which is probably where the script writers lost it too.
I put “Furry Face TM “’s
collar and lead on him and took him round to the vets. He seemed to be on the
mend, and the vet agreed. We never did get to the root cause of what had laid
him low, but the vet was under the impression that it was probably something
that he had eaten. I didn’t realise that dogs actually have delicate stomachs; onions
are poisonous to them as are leeks. The vet said it was probably best to leave
off al vegetables.
I then took the convalescent dog for a small
walk. A small series of caches had gone live yesterday and they made or a good
walk for an hour or so. Or that is they would have done had it not been cold
and raining. The convalescent dog in question had his tail between his legs for
most of the walk; only perking up when we came home.
Once home I did the
accounts. There’s no denying they would have been better had I not spent out on
repairs to the car and the dog, but what is money for if not to spend foolishly
on cars and dogs. And fences. Regular readers of this drivel may recall the
fence is in need of repair. “My Boy TM ” helped me acquire
much of the ingredients for the new fence I hope to build on Sunday. He’s a
good lad.
And with my lap top
going seriously west (user profile not
found) I think I’ve found my third serious expense. They say problems come
in threes…
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