A Strange Morning

It's a strange morning with a distinct lack of Doggo. He always dominated things, even more so of late due to his age. The Lad seems to have rather quickly shrugged off his absence but then he’s only known him for a few weeks. MD is a different matter entirely, he seems bereft without his partner in crime. In the space of a few weeks he’s lost his role as ‘the puppy’ and now he’s expected to step up into the big shoes of the Alpha dog.

I’m on the bike today and its so good to be back on it. Then tonight it’s dog training, which is also going to be strange without Doggo. On the way we drop in to visit L’s parents, well the Lad drops in but we have to accompany him.

Before that I get an email from Radio Derby who want to interview our Crufts team on their afternoon show tomorrow but only the team members from Derby, which narrows their options by 50%. When they decide they can’t do it over the phone that removes the other 50%, some of us have jobs you know. Now if they hadn’t left it until the last minute.

(Tuesday 6^th March)

Such A Nice Bunch Of People

L takes the boys for a run this morning, individually. Starting with the alpha dog, that's supposed to be Doggo.

MD copes with being dumped and is actually quite calm or so I think. A few whimpers at first but then he just lay down at my side, admittedly looking a bit worried. Daughter disagrees. She thought he looked psychologically scarred and that L was evil for leaving him, and Daughter is not known to exaggerate...

L finally finishes reading the Booker Prize winner, Howard Jacobson's The Finkler Question.



I think it’s safe to say that L has not enjoyed it one bit and nor, by proxy, have I. I advise her to google some blogs and find out what other people think. Bloggers are such a nice bunch of people.

Other that the newspapers I think she struggles to find anyone else who liked it. Quite a few folk even gave up half way through. Such is the world of the Booker Prize. Don’t think I’ll bother reading it.

The council ring to ask if I’m coming to my coaching course tonight for this evening’s compulsory first aid session...

It’s actually the first part of the first aid section, part two is next Tuesday. It’s all very interesting and probably useful. It’s the first time I’ve administered Cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR). You know where you compress the chest with your hands in an attempt to return life to a person in cardiac arrest. We are advised to go for it and not worry about breaking a rib or two... We do this on a dummy and also administer mouth to mouth, again to the dummy.

We also did the recovery position. The instructor asks if I would mind playing dead whilst a fellow student, a young blonde lass as it happens, puts me in the recovery position? Of course now. Pleasant evening.

(Tuesday 11th January)