Shanks’ Pony

This morning I remove the dog food from the Managing Director’s office at work; he’s back from holiday tomorrow. The downside of using my bike and shanks’ pony to get to work is that it can get a little tricky to get 15kg bags of dog food home when I order them online, amongst other things. I have the car with me today.

L has a similar problem with the two pillows she's bought. Strapping them to herself would make her look like the world's wimpiest cyclist. Which of course she might be but there's no need to advertise the fact.

Dog training looks dubious tonight as a lot of rain falls during the afternoon but it fines up and training goes ahead as planned. MD even looks like he knows what he's doing.

First though I have to take him to the vet for his annual booster injection for which he is totally petrified but we get through it. The vet was in a bad way though, she couldn’t bend down so we had to pop MD up onto the table. Turns out the vet is training for her first half marathon, the Great North Run. Her first and last she tells me.

(Monday 5^th August)

Revengeful Mood

England have their first game of Euro 2012 tonight. Not that I’m going to get to watch it. There’s dog training tonight and I have a dog that really does need training. I’ve also managed to get a rare late appointment at the dentist. Funny that, you usually have to book weeks in advance to get an evening appointment, anyone would think there’s a match on or something.

Then, rather frustratingly, the managing director at work announces that he’s going home at four to watch the football, so if anyone else wants to leave early too they can. It’s good to have a boss who’s into these things. Cue mad scramble for the doors, including even non-football fans that see a golden opportunity when it’s offered to them.

Damn, I should have booked the dentist for earlier. I seriously consider ringing up to try to blag an earlier appointment.

L says I should be concerned because the dentist is Irish and they got a thrashing by Croatia last night didn’t they. Hope he’s not in a revengeful mood.

In the end it’s so quiet; I’m in and out in five minutes and soon off to dog class with Roy’s boys on the radio.

1-1. Not a bad result.

(Monday 11th June)