And indeed there is. Continue reading “There must be a word for that!”
Introspection
Sometimes I ask myself: Continue reading “Introspection”
Body shaming
The vet says that Goofy is overweight.
It turns out that a calorie dense diet cannot be followed with impunity, even by a very active canine. A summer of markedly increased treat intake has told on the spoodle, who was 16 kg before her little offsider arrived and is now tipping the scales at a whopping 18 kg. Ironically it seems that being a good dog is not always a good thing. It’s going to require a rethink of our training strategy, that’s for sure. It does seem cruel though – how can we not reward her when she’s streets ahead of Max at all the skills we’re trying to teach?
It is as my father was always keen to remind me: life isn’t fair.
Scandal
You may think that nothing interesting ever happens in our sleepy seaside retirement town, and you’d be right 99% of the time. Continue reading “Scandal”
Lest we forget
I realize that doubts about my mental acuity are a common theme in these pages. Continue reading “Lest we forget”
No foreshadowing to see here
I realise I haven’t posted anything since getting all mysterious with my last post. Continue reading “No foreshadowing to see here”
Literature – 3, foreshadowing
“And in the end, should someone die?” The Duke, Moulin Rouge. Continue reading “Literature – 3, foreshadowing”
For the birds
There are a couple of seagulls shagging on our front porch. Continue reading “For the birds”
Literature – the end
Spent eight hours reading today to get that bloody book finished. Continue reading “Literature – the end”
Literature
I love to read. Continue reading “Literature”