My dog spent the night next to me on my
bed last night. I’ve been worried about him; I was glad to have him
nearby. However where he just slept, the
puppy was restless all night. Does she *really*
need to march all over my head all night long?
Over brekkie I watched more “BattleStar Galactica” then had a quick
look at the Internet, Judging by the photos I saw there was a geo-meet last
night. I wouldn’t have been able to have got along to it, but it would have
been nice to have known about it.
There was also seemingly endless comment
on social media about the Prime Minister’s announcement that she was calling
for a general election in seven weeks’ time. Some people claimed to be sick of
politics, and others seemed determined to deliberately give offence.
Bearing in mind the surprise outcome of
the last general election and the Brexit referendum I’m intrigued to see how
this election will end. At the moment the Labour party is in utter disarray and
so it *looks* as though a resounding
victory for the Prime Minister is unavoidable. And with such a victory she will
be able to stage whatever form of Brexit she pleases without any credible
objection from her critics.
Will she win? The Labour Party are
currently little more than an unelectable bunch of well-meaning incompetents.
The Dribbling Democraps are a spent force having abandoned any principles they
might have had in 2010. Following the Brexit vote UKIP are a party without any raison d’etre. And bearing in mind that
green policies are well established in all walks of life these days, have the
Green Party *really* got a raison d’etre either?
But bearing in mind that a *lot* of people are regretting their vote
to leave the EU, if any of the opposition parties make a policy of remaining in
the EU, they might just win.
Meanwhile over on one of the Jack
Russell Facebook pages I follow, some crackpot woman was trying to advocate a
vegetarian diet for dogs on the strength that mushrooms are poisonous to dogs.
If any of my loyal readers understand the logic of this one, please let me
know.
I set off to work on a bright morning;
the pundits on the radio were talking of nothing but election. I got to work
and had a rather good day before coming home.
With "er indoors TM"
preparing for Saturday’s CITO (it’s a geo-thing)
I took the dogs round the park for a walk. We had a good walk up until the bit
where the puppy went and sniffed at a drunk. The chap was laying on the grass
and the puppy disturbed him. He got incredibly obnoxious about the puppy and
then saw me. His attitude changed from belligerence to obsequiousness as I am
rather bigger than the puppy (and bigger
than him). I wouldn’t say he pissed himself in fear on seeing me, but he
had clearly pissed himself at some point. I felt sorry for the woman with him;
I couldn’t work out if she was girlfriend, daughter or carer. But whatever she
was it was obvious she wished that she wasn’t.
I got the dogs on their leads and got
away from him as quickly as I could. It was rather sad; he was variously trying
to pick a fight with the puppy, trying to placate me that he wasn’t trying to
pick a fight with the puppy, and arguing with the strange voices in his head.
As we walked home past the KFC, the
puppy picked up a chicken bone. I wasn’t having any of that, and the puppy
realised it. I hurried to pull the chicken bone out of her mouth, she hurried
to get it eaten. She didn’t actually bite my thumb off, she realised what she
was biting on just as she crunched down on my hand. For all that I play
rough-and-tumble with my dogs it is easy to forget just how powerful their jaws
are.
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