Showing posts from September, 2014


I almost took out an entire Terrace with 2 rashers.
I thought it may behove me to batten down and do some actual  writing for the Spiegaltent Show,
instead of wandering the streets engaging random passers by in idle chit chat -
 Before the week of the show dawns and I am found wandering in an unkempt disheveled state,
 ranting and weeping and gnashing of teeth.
To that end, I removed myself from caf├ęs and charity shops and went home to work.
First, I had to check that the tiny  yorkshire terrier puppy had not fallen into a tray of emulsion paint -
 - (yep - 2 things you should maybe not decide to do before you work is get another new dog,
    and decide to paint the house) -
or been savaged to death by the murderously jealous needy Chihuahua who is the animal equivalent of me.
Walter & Ernie were lying on cushions in the yard like Lord's Bastards, in a patch of late sunlight, surrounded by chicken breasts, dog nuts, raw hide shoes, chews, and tug toys.
Despite the puppy traini…