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Date: 03 March 2005 21:25:55
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Thanks to Mike Mulligan and company's undercoating activities, we now boast an L-shaped lawn. Which should make mowing fun come the Summer.
Mr Miff just called through from the kitchen to inform me that for only £30, Miffdog could be the proud owner of a Gucci rubber chew. Given that he has the bite of your average wolf, I think we'll pass on that one. Far better to rely on that old standard - the empty toilet roll. Or the dropped sock. Far cheaper, and easier to replace.
Said hound is still eyeing me suspiciously after our recent excursions with his new, 'no pull-harness.' Whilst I'm starting to feel the effects of the flying rugby tackle I was forced to make when he slipped out of it. Shame really, as for a few glorious moments I could imagine myself parading round the show ring with this model dog walking obediently by my side. Almost too obedient, tbh, as whenever he's harnessed up he changes from a hybrid of Tigger and Zebedee from 'The Magic Roundabout' to a passable imitation of a Steptford dog. We'll keep working at it. I've solved the escape problem by using two leads, one static at the harness point, the other longer length locked retractable clipped to his collar for use in emergencies. So, if you see a skinny figure clad in fleece and bobble hat wandering round the Home Counties steering what appears to be a furry, low-flying kite, please say hello!
I'm conscious that the 'spritual' content of this blog has been sadly lacking lately. Suggestions as to how to remedy this welcomed. Though the chances of a stray surfer falling to his knees in repentance after being hit with the full gospel significance of Bob the Builder, Serge Gainsbourg, Jane Birkin et al and the price of cheap French plonk are pretty remote. (Thank goodness).