My dog sees a bench and sits on it, others just cock their leg.
I am always being told that people love reading about Blue, and am often asked has anything else happened with Blue lately? The answer is, yes, the dog and I regularly face, err… challenges. For me, these continuous life bumps are best forgotten. In fact, they are so common I ignor them. It seems, there is demand for these little tales of my humiliation, so I have started writing them down again. I have two accounts sitting in my Drafts, right now, which I will publish later when some time has passed. Here is one that happened just last week, so are you sitting comfortably?
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I think I am playing the Hunger Games.
Today, I was skipping through my emails, when the unthinkable happened. My screen went blank; apparently I was trying to insert a disc that Windows did not recognise. I looked under the bench, just to be sure, but no, nothing was being inserted, anywhere. I turned the laptop on and off several times, but it just kept giving me the same stupid message, a vertical sad face asking me to wait while it self- diagnosed. I huffed and I puffed, swigged my last bit of coffee and went off to do something else for an hour. The laptop was still not happy to see me when I returned, the face looked even sadder and had done nothing about self diagnosing; 0% complete.
Leave it mum, you don’t know what you are doing. Sage words waft from my daughter’s bedroom. I continued to hit buttons randomly, until finally I was asked to solve the problem with a re-start. Yes finally, I have an answer. Mum! My daughter came out, please do not hit any more buttons, you could make it worse.
It’s alright, I answered in total control. I have hit the re start button, I tell her confidently.
Noooooooooo, mum, you will lose everything. Continue reading “Blue Talk”
Blue saw a seashell on the seashore 28th October, 2015
My walks with Blue have been remarkably calm of late, apart from the golf ball incident and the erosion of the cliff down at Mairangi Bay which I did not write about for fear of civil action. In fact, I have rather smugly walked past less fortunate owners, silently tut-tutting as they extricate themselves from one tricky situation or another, turning my head rather elegantly as my collie walks oh so lead-free by my side. Look everybody, no hands. With every rise my friends, there is always a fall, and today we fell so very far. Continue reading “Blue Talk”
Do not give your dog a bone when he is wearing a surgical collar.
Daylight savings 5th May 2014
I love walking on the beach with my dog and I love daylight savings; the dog and I can walk on the beach anytime with light hearts, yippee. No small children building castles for Blue to pee on, no old people with food that Blue can beg for, no fishermen with bait buckets that Blue can steal from. Unfortunately the stiff winds driving rain and high tide did not deter the bad tempered man with a metal detector,(where was he when I lost my f…..g keys and had to walk home with no shoes wet pants holding Blue by the collar) Blue barks predictably as he thinks the man is holding a long stick, my shouts are lost to the wind, man holds up metal detector in threatening manner, Blue sees only that the man is assuming the position of a stick thrower, so barks and jumps higher. Man walks off shouting profanities at me, comes back as he had forgotten his bag and a large wave had taken it in to the stormy sea. I get another load of abuse and have to roll jeans up to retrieve said bag, It never ends. I hate Walking on the beach with my dog.