Lawn mowed, weed eating done time to weekend! Mum and I busted ass this afternoon and got our outside chores out of the way before the inevitable rain returns. September, like every other month this year is just flying by. I get to the end …
……..but don’t think for a second that you might catch me complaining, I wait for 8 months of the year for this season. I bitch and moan and detest winter and autumn because they are cold and rainy, I hate spring because it is so …
So I recently spent $99 on registering our guard dog Louie with our new local council. This is the type of burn-your-money expenditure that comes with dog ownership and that is a fact of life. However, we received in the mail today a Dog Owners Welcome pack, sent out by the council. How nice! It explained the dog bylaws, had info about puppy training classes and other useful ways to waste paper – I gave you my email address people!
All that aside, I did skim read the material and was especially intrigued by the section on dog control;
Hmmmm, yes. Control of dogs in public places – very important. But what’s that? Is that a sticker…..right there….
Ahhh, that’s what I thought it was meant to say! I often worry about dog control in pubic places and now I can rest easy knowing that there is a desktop publishing saboteur working for my local council who has put my fears out there, at the fore of every dog owner in the district!
WHAT THE SHIT??
I can’t remember ever feeling this acutely aware of the change of seasons. Perhaps it was harder to notice in the suburbs, it was more difficult to hear the birds, you never saw the baby animals or noticed the buds on the huge old trees …
There are actually no words for this picture. But did you notice Dave’s hot pink Big Shot hair dryer?
Lou loves soccer, he is very good at dribbling but he can’t seem to get his head around how to score a goal. He seems perplexed. I hope this isn’t a symptom of more serious issues. I thought since we moved to the farm that …
Lou had a close call this week. His fur grows like a weed, and being recessionary times I figured that surely I could give him a trim myself rather than pay $50 for a trip to the groomers? Yeah-no. Seeing as how I don’t own a set of dog clippers I took to my poor Shi-Tzu with scissors, his flank very quickly began to look terraced like I was trying to cut rice-paddy fields into his fur or something. Quickly realizing the error of my ways, I bundled Ethan and Lou into the car and rushed to our dog groomer. She was busy, and fully booked until after Easter. Obviously Louie couldn’t be seen out in public looking like he’d been attacked by one of the Torbay crazies. With no other option and after a few harried phone calls, Debbie told me that the Nose-to-Tail dog salon hires clippers for $15. I was taking Lou’s luscious locks into my own hands again. Luckily it all worked out well and Lou looks like a million bucks. It took me an hour and a half, but hey $15 = bargain.
The answer is Molly, Marley, Louie, Ethan, Dave and I. We took the pups out to Muriwai last weekend for lunch on the beach to lament the end of daylight saving and to celebrate the fact that dogs can go on the beach all day …
