Thursday, March 17, 2011

it's been a...

Bad Hair Day Dog Hair Day.

Out of those specific acts of effort to express love/gratitude/anger, and with financial damage in mind, this counts in as pretty serious: visiting my ex-dog. Which means seven hours of semi-outback solo driving, a half-kilo pack of Smackos, frazzled nerves, thorough post-visit laundry and a 20-minute session of four-leaf clover hunting.

Bandit's two mums
Bandit is spoilt rotten and rates quite high on my list; I think out of the people I've dated what I've done to him could easily place him ahead of half of them (then again, this fact could be seen in a different light...)

That pretty much sums up a lot of things.

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