January 1st, 2012


Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow

I strongly recommend you avoid dropping a laptop on your toes. If you must drop a laptop on your toes, choose a small light one, not a 17" Vaio designed with blade-like sharpened edges and apparently lined with granite. 

Before you ask, YES the bloody laptop is fine! It landed on something soft.  It landed, in fact, at about lunchtime, and the toe still hurts!  Stupid toe. 

This afternoon, I did a homecheck for a Dog Rescue Myth -  the active retired couple with no kids, no pets, home a lot, real dog lovers with a fully enclosed garden, who live in the country with their own land. Every other dog owner who wants to hand a dog in seems to believe that we have an ample supply of these paragons, and I think this is the first time I have ever actually met them. They seem to be real after all, though I do wish there were a lot more of them.

Oh, also, on the topic of dog rescue?  Cesar Milan.  Just NO. I am SICK of dogs bouncing from homes that think they know about dog behaviour because they watched a couple of shows with that self-dramatising little wanker and decide to throw dogs on their backs or diagnose them with aggression that frankly, they have not got.  

Happy New Year all.  I hope the rest of 2012 will be less painful. Now I shall limp slowly and melodramatically away to have a bath.