So the end of last week once again disappeared beneath a pile of work, but at least the work is there, and at least I’m getting it done. I’m just not able to bob online as much as I’d like.
Friday evening, though, I finished one proper big job, was paid for another one, and I won another. And that, with my own work, has filled me up for March with what I already have in. Good stuff.
On Saturday I went shopping and took the dog with me to the pet shop to get weighed as I’ve started the flea programme now for all the pets. The cats just need to be “adult” or “kitten”, but they need to know how heavy the dogs are. And mine’s a fat little sausage at 11.2kg. (He’s not really fat. I’ve seen sausage dogs that are really overweight and Rufus is still, and will be for a while yet, very fit.)
After working solidly all week again I didn’t feel up to going out Saturday night and just chilled in front of the telly instead.
Then on Sunday I packed the dog into the car and we went to the seaside. I had a picnic in the car, overlooking the sea front, and Rufus could hardly believe how many dogs were just wandering past. I made him stay in the car until he got fed up of barking at them. He needs to get used to other dogs and know he doesn’t have to chase them all. On our beach walk (about an hour) I kept him on the long lead and, in the main, he was very well behaved, not tugging on the lead at all and coming back to me rather than pull away from me when I called him.
Maybe we’re finally getting there. I mean, he is nearly two … lots of other dogs are trained by now, but he does love to chase other dogs. (Sigh.)
Today I started work on a new project, a proof-reading job. And I walked the dog in our fields for the first time this year as they’ve dried out now – I almost lost both wellies last time I went on that walk and thought I’d be stranded. I let the dog off his lead, but kept hiding from him so he had to keep looking for me. He was so good I think he got sick of all the dog treats.
The birthday week started yesterday with our trip to the seaside. I’m out Wednesday evening. On Friday I’m being taken for a birthday meal. And Saturday is the football game, a night out with my Brummie pals and a visit to see the parents.
