I recently picked up two new Pratchett books; Reaper Man and Unseen Academicals. Granted only the latter is actually new, but nonetheless they’re both new to my library (which is currently contained in boxes in my bedroom wardrobe). I intended to be reading Reaper Man as, after all, Death is my favorite character in the series’. However, Academicals has captured me. Perhaps it’s because I didn’t catch a single World Cup football game this year, but it’s got me.
It’s Pratchett, so it’s always worth a read, and being #37 in a list of books I’ve been attacking randomly, I figure I will be, at least temporarily, book-ending the series so to speak. I’ve read about as many books at the end of the series as I have at the beginning.
Anyway… Go, go Pratchett go! You know, cause Inspector Gadget died whilst trying to construct a sex aid, and Pratchett fills the rhyme.
Cleaning… the dirtiest word in my vocabulary. We spent today and yesterday cleaning and tidying the apartment, it was truly due as we still weren’t fully unpacked from the move.
I’m currently in the midst of a Futurama marathon, the wife put it on when we got home and I’ve been playing episodes since. It’s not the first time I’ve watched futurama non-stop.
Apparently the rhyme holds true in the opposite. Late to bed, late to rise. It’s just great when you sleep through your alarm and wake up in a panic. At least I woke up early enough not to be late to work.
I’m surprised how draining training a young dog is, I knew it would be effort but I didn’t know it would be exhausting whilst keeping to my regular sleep schedules.
Alas, she’s coming along well. Much less anxiety in general, and much less anxiety about being left alone and being put in her crate. It could be much, much worse.
There was a beautiful sunrise this morning, but Kelly superseded it.
We visited the Burlington/Hamilton SPCA today looking at some of the Lab crosses, when a little girl called Kelly walked in. Friendly as anything, we didn’t have a choice. We now have a little terrier cross. She needs some work, but she’s not food nor toy aggressive and she’s friendly with all other dogs.
She was excitable around Baxter, but with a little patience she’s only mildly interested in him now and by the looks of it, Baxter is the boss (from within his cage!).
So it looks like the whole Fred thing isn’t going to work out. It took the better part of a week to get a response the first time, and then the woman from Bluetick and Bloodhound Rescue Ontario was at best impolite on the phone, but more indignant at having to consider us.
She was completely obstinate that he had to be placed in a house with a large fenced in back yard. I find it rather negligent that she cared more about a yard than actually trying to determine if we would be able to exercise the dog. Besides the fact that a yard doesn’t take a young dog out for a long walk, nor does it give it socialization or exposure to new experiences. You should never be letting your dog piss and shit in your backyard, especially if you have young kids as dog excrement can actually cause blindness in small children.
The whole thing just didn’t have the right feel, so we’re going to look at the local rescue shelters that actually seem to take a proactive approach to getting their animals adopted, which means they actually save more.
It’s Tuesday evening, it was a long hot day and I’m going to hit the sack early. God bless a comfy bed.
We received our first call from the adoption place, which wasn’t exactly the greatest call. For an animal rescue, you’d expect them to be a little more enthusiastic about placing a dog. They were extremely concerned about a yard for the dog for exercise, which seems a little asinine to me when any dog expert would tell you that putting the dog in the yard doesn’t count as exercise. This is especially stupid of a bloodhound rescue, as scenthounds are the one type of dog you should never trust outside, because a fence means nothing if the dog is interested enough.
Alas, we’re going to continue with the process. It seemed like we were being tested, which hopefully we were, but next time we talk to the woman I’m going to be calling her out on a lot of things, otherwise we’ll be going somewhere that actually cares about rescuing a dog.
Hectic changes in the real world have left me with little time to actually sit down and write a blog post. So there’s likely to be a scarcity of blog posts in the near-future.
Late hours + getting ready for moving into our first apartment have left me and the wife exhausted and the free time I do get is being directed into other things before I get to spend any on my own endeavors.