Dexter’s losing his puppy teeth. Every now and then he spits one out, usually after a game of tug – we’ve got quite a collection of them now.
This also means he’s teething again – so anything that stays still long enough for him to get his jaws round it is chew fodder!
He’ll have to suck his food before long.
Where has the time gone? Only 13 days of preparation left and so much left to do!
We’ve bought a small Christmas tree that we can put on a table so that Dexter doesn’t just eat the baubles – although he tried to pinch them when Ade decorated the tree.
We still have so much shopping to do, and the shops at this time of year are horrendously busy. I hate shopping at Christmas, but there are some things I *have* to get from the shops. We try to get as much as we can on the Internet, but it’s a pain getting it delivered when we’re both at work all day.
For some reason I feel quite unbothered by Christmas this year. I think there are a number of reasons: getting older; getting increasingly fed up with the excess commercialism; trying so hard to think of fantastic presents for the people who quite literally have everything… Also I never get to spend Christmas day with my own family – the last time I was with my parents (who go abroad for Christmas) on Christmas day was 5 years ago. However this year I should hopefully be seeing my sisters in the days shortly after Christmas for the first time in years 
I have my work Christmas party on Friday (always a messily drunken affair) – maybe that will help get me in the Christmas spirit
Meet Dexter, our little bundle of mischief and poo. He’s a lurcher puppy.
Poor little Dexter is only 8 weeks old but has already had a harsh life. He was one of 2 litters of pups born to dogs on a travellers’ site. The puppies were starving, the mothers weren’t fed enough to be able to feed the pups, and so they were rescued.
Dexter comes from a litter of 5; the other litter had 10 puppies and sadly only 4 survived. They just weren’t strong enough to make it 
The pups from Dexter’s litter are all doing well though, eating lots and being very boisterous.
We picked Dexter up today from Bristol, coincidentally only about 4 miles away from the University hospital where we took Jack. There are other coincidences too: the organisation that rescued Dexter was the one we gave some of Jack’s stuff to. Dexter even looks a little like Jack.
So now we are embarking on the fun that is house training. We’ve already had several little accidents but it’s to be expected. He’s just starting to recognise his name, but knows no commands yet. All he does is eat, sleep and play This first night with him should be fun!
I mentioned yesterday about the ice on the car. There was a lot more this morning.
Winter really seems to have kicked in with a vengeance, almost like someone flicked a switch. It’s due to drop to -2 tonight, and -7 in certain places (like near where my parents live).
At least I have my penguin shaped hot water bottle to keep me warm!
Someone once told me I had a bovine personality. I was not amooosed.
On the udder hand, someone else once told me I had eyes like a cow. I told them to heifer off. I was fresian at the time but didn’t want to milk it. I might have written about it in my dairy though.
You know the old wives’ tale about cows lying down? Know what it means? Knackered cows.
I once met a cow, I asked it what it thought about mad cow disease. It replied ‘don’t ask me, I’m a duck’.
(sorry)
I love shoes, but I have sensitive, prrincess-like feet. These thongs (flip flops) are a new purchase. Sadly, even these caused me to develop a blister on my foot.
The things a girl has to suffer in the name of Having Great Shoes.
These are the cream of the crop. Made of Italian leather, they are worth (wait for it!) £450. However I picked up a real bargain – they were reduced by around 85%. These are my first (and will probably also be my last unless someone buys me Jimmy Choos!) super expensive designer shoes.
These little beauties are red suede with a killer heel and extremely pointy toes. And they were a bargain – reduced by £100!
A day late….. oops.
I recently started drinking coffee – in January of this year, on a weekend break to Venice. Previously the smell and taste of coffee made me want to hurl. Now, I like nothing better than a skinny latte or cappuchino, preferably imbibed with my favourite people at my favourite coffee shop located within my favourite High Street bookstore 
This little fella is a version of a Magic 8 ball. You ask a question, shake him and an answer appears in a window in his bottom.
Poor thing, having people stare at his arse all the time. I know *just* how he feels 
Happy little chappie, though, and as I have a whole week off work ahead of me with nothing to do other than to laze around, read and shop, I can totally understand
