It was a beautiful Australian Shepherd, only 13 months old but calm and well behaved, but it was massive. Poor pup was terrified and tried valiantly to escape under the patio lounger, somewhat unsuccessfully, and just lay there yelping and whimpering until it was taken away (which it was, very quickly).
Category Archives: Living La Vida Loca
Conference Calls, BDSM & Living La Vida Loca
Guess who’s going to be lugging heavy boxes down two flights of stairs on their own.? Yeah, not Bear. So far he’s gone through his t-shirts…
Wannabe Rambo, Awesome Dog Chews & Proper English Cream Tea
Obviously these days the barbarianism has taken over and people are doing whatever the hell they like with their tea and scones, being all rebellious and shit and thinking they’re cool or hip, or some such nonsense,
COVID-19 Survivors
Today he had the strength to email me and show himself on Facebook, just for a few minutes… but those few minutes were the best few minutes of my entire past month.!
Chewing Solution?
Bear and I have decided to use a water pistol for the fence post issues. Nothing else seems to be working and he’s visibly damaged one of the fence posts already.
Old Clothes, Old Memories & Offensive Bedding
I’m pretty certain 80’s chic is not a thing and I don’t need him starting a retro trend, it’s bad enough that Hammer pants have made a comeback here in the Netherlands.
Pup Insanity, A Vet Visit & Out Of Date Dairy
“Stop eating my bloody bike, you little ratbag.!” We can’t put them anywhere else unfortunately and I don’t see why we should. He needs to learn to leave stuff alone.
Five Days Too Many, Changing The Rules & Safety Measures
Yesterday Bear spent most of the afternoon drilling into the patio to fix metal fence post holders, to put a fence with a gate across the bottom of the patio. Pup got brave and came off the patio and went down to the next step towards the garden.
Plague, GEDcoms & An Intelligent Puppy
Over the past few days I’ve been working on and trying to sort out my GEDcom files for my genealogy. A distant relative on my father’s side asked for a copy if I had one (which I do) and when I checked I realised it badly needed updating as it hadn’t been done since 2014.
Causing Harm, Total Isolation & Being The Last To Know
Last night I called my eldest son back after missing two of his calls and spent just over 4 hours chatting and entertaining him with tales of the mad pup.
Dear Diary... 