Well, it’s a day closer to Friday, which is about as exciting as this week is likely to get.
I used to live for the weekend when I was young and couldn’t wait to go out, however now I just look forward to the extra hour in bed and getting to slob around as much as I can get away with.
Alas, my master plan is probably already thwarted by my other half’s planning, which will undoubtedly involve being ‘persuaded’ to start building the fenced off area already earmarked for the puppy-run.
Yes, apparently we are going to be the happy parents of a golden Labrador in a few weeks time. Well, one of us will be and it’s not me!
There has been some embattled negotiation going on over the last few months where my wife has been highlighting the benefits a dog will bring to our family, while ignoring all the problems that I bring to her attention, such as;
Walking it, training it, paying for it, insuring it, clearing up after it, kennelling it and fixing it when it goes wrong. Not to mention any chewing of my shoes, sofa, table legs or anything else that dog’s are notorious for.
Only the other week, someone at work announced that their dog had chewed through their plasterboard. I mean a soggy shoe I could perhaps live with – but having to get the builders in I can do without.
I say ‘negotiation’ loosely of course because there is actually none. She wants a dog and she is getting a dog no matter what I say. So there. End of. She will pay for it, she will walk it, she will take it to the vet and she doesn’t need miserable old me to put a dampener on it.
....Just wait until its 8.25am and she is trying to get two reluctant children ready for school, the puppy has sh*t everywhere, my daughter is asking for her hair to be blow-dried, my son is having a meltdown because he can’t find his iPod charger and the cat is chasing the dog round the house......It will happen.