Dog TV

Dog TV was launched this week. Basically I have put up a webcam so that we can keep tabs on the boys, and what they’re up to, during the day. Which seems to be basically nothing.

The first day I had it in the kitchen but I quickly realised that it needs to in the hall as we didn’t see them all. They may have both jumped the stairgate and gone upstairs or perhaps they’ve took themselves on the park. Who knows.

So on Friday I moved it into the hall where we can see that they are both curled up in their beds, barely moving, pretty much all day long. Neither of them were to pacing the floor in boredom or scrapping with each as they do when we’re home. With them being this chilled all day long it’s no wonder they’re lively when we get home.

I’m pleased they are so chilled out but L reads it differently and says the Lad looks bored stiff, the poor sausage, and considers hiring a dog walker. I’m almost regretting putting the camera up now. What did she think they’d be doing, making cups of tea and putting the world to rights?

She says she’ll shall do the lottery and get him a farm. I say just leave him a toilet roll. Which would keep all us TV watchers amused.

She’s not offering to amuse them tonight though and says she won’t be opening the back door at all this evening while I’m at my Office Party. She’s a harsh woman but I’m sure they’ll talk her round.

Today is not only our Office Party but also Christmas Jumper Day and our Secret Santa. Oh the joy.

Our meal is at Thai Dusit in Derby. It was ok, nothing terribly exciting. As ever the two pints in the Flowerpot beforehand was the best bit of the night.

(Friday 14^th December)

Falling To Earth

I walk the boys this morning. Doggo, ever the cautious one, looks worried at this development, not that it’s that unusual. Perhaps he's keeping an eye on the sky for that falling satellite which Nasa says could crash to earth ‘anywhere’. Reassuringly there’s only a 1 in 3,200 chance of it killing someone which is probably about the same probability of me breaking my half marathon PB this year. So we feel safe.

L has a physio appointment this morning. I just hope she doesn’t throttle the guy when he tells her to take a break from running.

In fact, she probably kissed him as he’s told her not to stop running. The prognosis is a ‘yanked’ muscle between hip and knee. Time for some MEAT - movement, exercise, attenuation (massage I think) and treatment.

Running is encouraged although no sudden bursts of speed, no sprinting for the finish line, rushing downhill to make up time or overtake anyone. She’s also been told to take lots of hot baths. A ‘take it easy’ strategy that could have been written by herself.

In the evening I am taken out by work to ‘Thai Dusit’ in Derby. Dusit apparently means paradise and the food was rather good. Beforehand a few of us, stranded in Derby for a few hours, had to kill time in the Alexandra but we managed.

(Friday 23rd September)