My little Jack Russell seems to get into everything she shouldn't, and places she shouldn't. An example would be, on our walk tonight. Whenever my larger, older dog Charlie would go to pee on something, she gets in under him, to check out what he was sniffing at in the first place. So I think tonight she was peed on probably 5 times? So because I like to cuddle my dogs (a lot) I needed to bath her before I forgot (which I swear I would have if I'd left it any longer).
I'm still feeling a little off colour. My usually non-existent asthma seems to prolong recovery, which sucks because I am usually good 11 months of the year. Tomorrow, I am off work and let's hope that the day to rest does some good.
I can't think what to write about. I have a million things running through my head at the moment, but most I don't think is entirely appropriate for the internet. A friend of mine has just re-adjusted her blog as she found she was venting too much on it. So now venting goes in an actual hand written journal, and everything else on the blog. Which means I am going to have to get her to read me her journal, because let's face it - reading a blog is no fun if it's all sunshine and lollipops. Or more so, it's censored. I'd love an uncensored blog. Ohh how much trouble I would get into too. Not that anyone really reads it except for a few friends, but knowing my luck - the second I wrote something awful, the whole bloody world would read it.