NO! NO! NOO! NO. NO. NO. NOOOOOOOO! To The Golden Hurricane, this means only one thing…YES, Yes, Yes, Yes and Yes! If patience is a virtue, I am slowly losing my virtuous stack of it. Aside from the obvious; furniture, shoes, cushions, tea towels, sheepskin rug thrown loosely i.e. fashionably, (as seen in Country Homes mag), over the back of rocker, there is nothing left that is either sacred or safe. I seem to have gained a talent for telling the difference between the objects getting the full chew treatment; a Sylvanian Family Chocolate Labrador sounds nothing like a Crayola pen lid but on the other hand, an Upsy Daisy closely resembles a Dyson attachment, as does a carbon monoxide monitor, similar but not entirely the same. The added bonus of the latter is it lets out a high pitched beep, when toothed, which has H fleeing at speed……hmmmm, useful tool.
By the way, i’ve seen what H does with my sheepskin rug and that definitely wasn’t a feature in the copy of Country Homes i read!
Putting everything up at head height may work for now, but whose head height? My nickname wasn’t Mighty Mouse for anything other than my stature (and pace around the work place as a teenager wanting to impress). So as The Golden One increases in size daily, I best keep the stepladder handy.
The increase in size is jaw dropping, double the size since arrival. At this rate, he’ll need his own suite , never mind corner of the study. Wonder what we were thinking when we bought that cute little furry dog bed from TKMaxx.
The subject of poo and its’ size (not shape, thankfully…yet!) is a new topic at home. We seem to be using the word ‘big’ rather often. To me that kind of says it must be average size because ‘big’ surely implies bigger than usual. I’d forgotten that with a new addition to family; puppy, baby or other, talk always turns to waste and talking of which… we’ve gone backwards and late night relining of crate after excavating the contents is back, following that one night reprieve and actually now i’m thinking about it, they were big!
So, for the moment at least we are bleary eyed, lack of conversationalists looking forward to getting back into bed from the moment we get up!
On a plus side, H loves the garden. He is particularly partial to a mouthful of leaves, the more sodden the better. I can only liken his behaviour when his jaw is full of them, to a cat catching its first Jerry. He parades and poses and i’m almost sure grins at his prowess. Perhaps he’s not getting enough excitement indoors! When we’re ready to shlomp in the evening, he is at his most theatrical and show time really begins. We see a relaxing lounge, he sees a circus tent. What we could do with is the permanent feature of either Jess or Kay or both, giving up their laps for doggie massages while we watch an episode of QI without getting up 27 times to play the NO or is it YES game. I must remind Jess that Doggie Day Care was her original dream….
Today, there’s a new experiment on the horizon, i’m going out. I’m actually leaving the building. I’m driving out of the gate and haven’t made up my mind whether to turn left or right at the end of drive. Clearly, this action is going to incur some penalties but for the sake of being completely stir crazy for another day, i think it’ll be worth it!
In the distance i can hear something… sounds very much like a snakeskin mule and i don’t mean the donkey kind!
Have you seen my Crocs? 