As I came down for
brekkie so my dog shot up the stairs hoping to sleep where I’d just been. I
wish he wouldn’t do that.
I scoffed brekkie,
and on seeing the rain outside I decided not to go for our walk. The weather
forecast said it would brighten up later so I made a start on this week’s
Coursera work. Today we were doing about the effects of mass extinction events
on vertebrate evolution. The last time I really studied any non-human biology
in any real detail was quite some time ago; it’s amazing just how much theory
has changed in the past thirty years.
When I was a lad
the theories held no truck with mass extinction events. This is why (as a
scientist by trade myself) I get wound up with those who hold science up as
the be-all and end-all and are every bit as blinkered about it as others are
about their religions. Science really does complete change its mind every so
often.
By nine o’clock
the rain had stopped, so I took “Furry Face TM “ for a walk. We
went back to Singleton Lake. My furry associate played with (chased) the ducks. He found it most
unfair that they took refuge on the lake; he wasn’t prepared to go in the water
after them.
Whilst he did his thing I did more field
trials on my latest Wheri-project. Despite my feeling the thing was completely
ready I still found half a dozen little glitches in it.
Pausing only briefly to roll in fox poo we
made our way home. As we walked, so my dog played with other dogs as we went.
Sometimes it might look a little rough, but that’s how dogs play. Usually.
On our way home we encountered a really nasty
small white Jack Russell names Pippa. Fudge ran up to her playfully…. To cut a
long story short I didn’t break Pippa’s jaw to get her off my dog’s leg. But (if necessary) I would have done.
The foreign–sounding woman with this Pippa
smiled sweetly, and said she didn’t know which dog was to blame for the
altercation. I told her that I did, and I walked off. (But perhaps I’m biased)
Mind you “Furry Face TM “ seemed none the
worse for the ordeal, and he carried on playing with other dogs as he went.
Once home a
certain Patagonian Tripe-Hound went in the bath. With mud, grime and fox poo
hosed off of him I then spent an hour making the final changes to my latest
Wherigo. Then over a spot of lunch I watched the last video lectures in this
week’s Coursera module. I didn’t do as well as I was hoping in the test this
time. Such is life.
I took myself off
to bed; I try to get some sleep before the night shifts but whilst it’s easy to
doze off when you don’t want to, getting sleep isn’t something that can be done
at will. Despite next door’s new bathroom build, phone calls and dogs declaring
“Red Alert” I managed three hours. Not bad really.
I’m off to work
now…
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