My computer and I are no longer on speaking terms. We had 'words' yesterday where I might have called her Stupid for freezing. She didn't take kindly to my harsh comments and let out a loud scream that went on and on and on ... until I couldn't take it any longer. I just had to make the screaming stop! Things have become vague right around here. I think I went into a fugue state. There may have been blood? A gun shot? All I know is that she's no longer alive and kicking and I'll be claiming self-defence ... or insanity.
So with the untimely demise of my computer I am now back to blogging on my phone. (Brings back memories of Tasmania) This means that I can blog from anywhere - even my lovely soft bed in the company of my two faithful hounds.
Nelson, our dalmatian, is getting pretty old. He's 13 in human years which is the equivalent of 91 in dog years. And my 91 year old veteran has made mockery of the phrase - You can't teach an old dog new tricks. Nelson has always been able to jump onto our bed for our weekend afternoon nap - until the last year. A few unfortunate incidents had left him lying sprawled on the floor feeling humiliated. (We've all been there and can empathise) But the lure of the nap has been too great to just give in gracefully to his senior years. He has learnt that if he baulks on the run he must back up into the hallway then run with everything he's got and COMMIT to the jump. It's verging on genius!
His other new trick is to lie with his head facing the foot of the bed. This leaves his pungent poo hole facing my husband's pillow. Poor Nellie has a little wind problem. In fact I think that he's single-handedly made a sizeable hole in the ozone layer. Iven now believes that he has a serious sinus issue or, at best, killer halitosis. I have not set him straight.
Yes, I know. I'm evil!