Pet maternity
Saddened by the news on Gordon’s blog about the passing of a well loved dog, I thought I’d perform some karmic balancing with news that my own wee dog has found a boyfriend. Sadie met a boy whippet yesterday and they got on very well. So well in fact that she has been promised some of his sperm. Who says romance is dead?
Last night she sat curled up in her dog-bed scribbling love letters onto the back of a box of pedigree chum. I fully expect my phone-bill to go through the roof.
Aaah, the joys of parenthood. No, wait - grandparenthood. Actually, I don’t like this analogy any more, let’s change the subject.
It’s strange how moving from the city to the countryside can affect your view of things. In Glasgow, I never spoke to my neighbours much at all. Last night however I was hapilly shouting ‘hello’s and ‘how are you’s over the fence to the old lady next door. I even offered to take her bin out for her - an offer that she politely declined, defining her view of me as the patronising bastard next door. Oh, it makes me feel all neighbourly, it really does.
Ten cool things about moving from Glasgow to outside Glasgow, as just made up by me…
- You can see the stars much more clearly.
- You get really cool mist coming over the hills in the morning.
- Walking through a field in the pitch dark, being able to see the whole of Glasgow lit up on the horizon, and nothing else.
- There’s cows and shit like that.
- There’s a waterfall across the road.
- I get to hit things with hammers and do DIY and stuff.
- In a shed.
- It’s oh so quiet.
- The dog can shit in the back garden, and I don’t even have to put my shoes on.
- Trees.
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