I've been having so much fun taking photos with Instagram on my iPod Touch. The picture quality isn't the best, but it's pretty amazing considering the Touch has 0.8 mega pixel camera. And I downloaded a new photo-editor app for my Blackberry which I've been having some fun with, as you will soon see.
|Day 165: Last time I leave the guest bedroom open for the dogs on a cold day.|
I never had any trouble leaving Shilo home alone, aside from the occasional accident when he was a puppy, and a few chewed items, but really nothing more than was expected. We lived in my little one-bedroomed flat with a small garden for him and he had access to everything. Oh except the bathroom, because the laundry basket was in there and he had/has a thing about exposing my dirty laundry for everyone to see. But I left the bedroom open, he was always in the living room, I never had to close him off from anywhere. Except the bathroom.
Then I moved to a bigger house on the property, one of the main reasons being, I wanted more garden for Shilo and I thought he might need some company in the form of his own puppy. So a year and a half after getting Shilo, I brought Penny home. I don't think Penny had the easiest introduction to the world, but I brought her home at about 7 or 8 weeks so she didn't have much time to be too traumatised. She did have the worst case of worms I have ever seen on a puppy. She was a bit fearful but also quick to aggression. And she hated being left alone. And she hated driving in the car. For the first week I brought her to work with me, much to Shilo's distress, and those trips in the car were terribly unpleasant with her non-stop and very loud whining. Anyway after love and care and some ground rules Penny has grown into a lovely, loving, confident and fun loving dog, so it was all worth it.
I treated and trained her as I had done with Shilo and things went pretty well, again aside from the expected accident and chewed item. Until I came home one day and found pieces of books all over the living room. BOOKS! After the third time this happened I locked the dogs out of the living room while I wasn't home. But the bedroom was always left open for them because, I mean, maybe they want to sleep during the day, and they have every right to access 'our' bed. Wrongo! They do not, because Penny chewed the headboard, an old chair of my grans, the base of the bed and anything she could access on the night stands. And I am a pretty untidy person in my bedroom so there was plenty for her to choose from. And the worst was that these forays into destruction did not happen every day. We'd go for weeks with nothing being chewed in the living room or bedroom and then WHAM. And irreplaceable item was irrevocably masticated. And I know Shilo was not innocent in these adventures, but I also know he didn't start them because well, he never had before. But once the book was in pieces or the puppy had her jaws around the remote, any self-respecting dog would join in. I blame Penny entirely. So eventually the dogs were banned from the bedroom and I felt like the world's worst mother. They were free to roam the passage and the kitchen and their bed was kept in the passage with their blankets but everything was closed off to them. During winter I made sure there was an extra warm blanket in their bed, but our winters don't get too cold I guess, so I pushed through my guilt, telling myself I could not replace everything that would be destroyed otherwise.
And then it snowed. Well not at my house, but it was damn cold and I could not leave my babies in the passage and kitchen. I just could not. So I had a brainwave and decided I could open the guest bedroom for them. It's just the bed, I would remove the scatter cushions, and I could shift the nightstand so they couldn't reach it. I felt so good. I had discovered the solution. I ruffled up a blanket on the bed and left for work. I did this for the rest of the week and everything went fine. We had a few scattered really cold days after that, and I had no qualms about leaving the guest room open for them. And then one day, I discovered a teddy bear that was on the nightstand in pieces on the floor. "That's okay," I thought to myself, "that is acceptable collateral damage for the comfort of my babies." And so I continued to leave the guest room open for them during the cold spell.
And then I came home to what is pictured in the photograph above. All the bed linen and blankets had been pulled off and left otherwise untouched and a hole had been dug in my mattress. Now, once again I know Penny started this. Shilo was left alone on my bed, every morning for 18 months and the worst I got was a rumpled bed. So now the dogs are once again relegated to the passage and the kitchen. I don't know what I will do if it gets really cold again. Maybe I need to buy them a doggy house... I feel like such a failure as a furparent.
|Day 166: It's raining.|
|Day 167: Cheesy goodness. I needs it.|
|Day 168: Hi!|
Shilo decided I needed to watch him much more than I needed to watch Supernatural. I may have agreed with him.
|Day 169: Rearview sunset.|
|Day 170: How I almost left the house today. Lesson: always look at the shoes you slip on your feet...|
|Day 171: The Dungeon Of No Signal. Aka part of the archive of the National Cultural History Museum.|
|Day 172: Know Your New Street Names.|
|Day 173: All finished! — at DITSONG Kruger Museum.|
|Day 174: Surprise Daddy & daughter day.|
Dad: Whatcha doing?
Me: A load of laundry. What you doing?
Dad: Driving down your driveway...
This last I actually only got after I heard his diesel engine parking and my dogs going mad. Then I squeed a little. He had brought the fixings for boerewors rolls (hot dogs with boerwors) and some coke and cream soda, and he made me lunch! Yummy lunch! Then we fiddled with my car and sat around talking. And I showed him all these photos. He is so exhausted these days from the long hours he's working that the moment he sits down he basically passes out, but we spent the whole afternoon together and it was great. And I had leftovers after. Altogether a great day.
|Day 175: Turquoise.|
|Day 176: Blooming beginning.|
|Day 177: Scrub a dub dub. Nikki's in the tub.|
I used my new phone app to edit this and it came out pretty nicely.
|Day 178: Two favourite toys working in fabulous union. (I used my new phone photo editor app :D)|
|Day 179: Good Morning!|
|Day 180: Tomaraisins! Who knew?!|
|Day 181: Thanks to Ma, herself and both us girls now have one of these signs ;)|
|Day 182: 365 halfway mark and Maid of Honour apparel is sorted.|
|Day 183: Lazy holiday snuggling doggies.|
|Day 184: One of the more interesting spam emails I've ever received...|
|Day 185: Random traffic shadow play.|
Anyway, I thought this was really cool. I wonder if Johnny Walker always stays on the headrest or moves around the back of the car a bit. I bet he moves around. I wonder if they positioned that sticker like that on purpose? I wonder what is causing the shortage of bacon?
|Day 186: The Casual Vacancy day!|
|Day 187: Rainy morning.|
Also today is the birthday of the Pixie from Day 97. Pretty sure that tomorrow's photo will be a picture of the Birthday Pixie.
I just realised I wrote an essay on naughty puppy behaviour at the beginning of this post. I hope you enjoyed the effort I put in ;)