We have a fence!
I can have the Detergent boys back soon. I’d have them back now, but they’d have to go back for Easter break when we travel to Melbourne to see family. I’m glad that I didn’t get them. The Mothership is houndysitting another boy: Bungee. It seems that he and Fabian are deep into a new bromance.
My goal of cycling to work five days a week is stymied by appointments and bouts of insomnia. I can’t ride if I have an appointment too soon after work and too far away. I’m working on it. I am. Cycling makes me a better person. I am not an aggressive driver, but I find city driving too tedious and am impatient. When I ride my bike, I have to remind myself not to lollygag. It’s ironic that I’m less impatient with the slower form of transportation. I also have to remind myself not to sing aloud, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
I love my ride to work. I ride just to the city (I work too far to cycle with three gears–35 minutes by car). When I get to the city, I get a coffee and mosey on over to the old train corral. If I have given myself enough time, I open up the laptop to catch up on e-socialising:
The last time I spent the night at The Mothership, I stayed from Wednesday to Saturday. Serious dog time. I’ve been there so often and so long that some dogs are starting to assume that they’re mine. My favourite non-Katy hounds are Jelly and Elmo. Jelly gets so much attention when I’m there that she gets confused. Deep down inside, she’s my dog, too. I had to choose between her and Fabian. Naturally, when I go out there, I like to pretend that she’s mine. I do this by spoiling her.
I craved pound cake a while ago and it’s been on my mind for a while until I finally bought some. I shared it with my best non-Katy hound:
Then, like the rest of us, it’s ideal to clean the teeth after a meal:
Sigh. So this weekend I must rely on photos to visit my dogs. Cap’n Cathy’s good to me and sends me a lot of photos. The dogs are happy. I might be suffering, but the dogs are having a party. First Mate Ron told me “If it’s the longest grass, the muddiest patch, or the deepest puddle, Omo will be in it.” When I come by, they go nuts. That’s all I ask for. REMEMBER ME! In a week, I’ll pack them up in the back of the Blue Binky and head back home. I’ll then show them the renovation plans that were drawn up with them in mind.
Oh, yes. Renovations. Major renovations. Bringing the old house into this millenium. 2011 will be the year of the ramen noodles.
It’s another week and another hop. You can find the rules at Life With Dogs, Two Little Cavaliers, or Confessions of the Plume. It’s a great way to find new blogs and hop around randomly. For many of us, we have regular blogs we read and can’t always add new ones without giving up things like eating, working, and sleeping. If you don’t want to commit to another regular blog to read, the hop is great for sampling.