I put a load of washing in to scrub then made toast and
looked into a rather dull internet. There wasn’t much happening so I got the
dog flea treatment stuff from the cupboard… and all three dogs disappeared. All
three managed to hide. Fudge never minded the flea treatment – it doesn’t hurt
– just a drop of jollop on the back of the neck, but Treacle hates it and she’s
taught the puppies to fear it. What could have been done in seconds took an age
as each dog needed to be hunted down and cornered.
With flea treatments done we went up to the woods. As we
drove the pundits on the radio were talking about the England women’s football
team who had played a game last night in which one of the team had (so it
was claimed) deliberately stamped on one of the
opposition. All sorts of reasons and excuses were being
given because she got excited in a football match. Football, eh? If this had
been in the high street we’d be talking about a prison sentence.
We got to the woods and set off on a longer walk than
yesterday. As we walked we met other dogs, and mostly the encounters passed off
without incident. Mostly.
There was some idiot fat woman with a huge dog on a lead.
It was quite apparent that this woman wasn’t strong enough to hold the dog on
the lead. The puppies ran up to say “hello”; I called them away. This
could have been the end of it, but this woman followed us and wouldn’t give us
any space. The puppies would go back to her dog; I would call them away. After
a while she made some pointed sarcastic comment about Bailey’s size. In her
world there is something admirable about having a dog which is far too big for
you to be able to control. I didn’t rise to her bait. Eventually we shook her
off.
Once home I hung out a load of washing then fiddled about
as I set about coffee and cake. First of all a phone call to the vets. Having now
pulled six ticks from Treacle this year (she’s never had any before) they
are sorting out anti-tick collars for us to collect tomorrow.
I then emailed Hastings council and British Gas about the
last outstanding issues on Dad’s estate, then wrote up some CPD.
I took myself off to bed, and woke three hours later to
find Bailey curled up with me. It would seem she *can* jump onto the bed
if she wants to.
Hopefully “er indoors TM” will boil up
some dinner soon, and then it’s the night shift for me…
The last time I had a night shift I had a serious sulk
about it. Not so much this time. Probably because I resent a mid-week night
shift less than a weekend one.
I still resent it though…
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