I know. Like I really need another distraction to my time, but what I DO need is something to help me start getting a LIFE outside of Dad, eating and writing. I need to exercise and if there’s a better reason for doing a walk, I don’t know it. I really don’t want to die of being fat and people saying “isn’t it a shame she never finished more books…” (or alternatively, “hurrah”)
more pics when I take them, she’s just settling in now.
She’s 11 months old staffordshire bull terrier bitch and at the moment she’s eating every single thing she can find on the floor except the biccies in her bowl which I was assured that she ate. She’s skin and bone poor thing. She should be hungry but is not interesting in Wagg… She’s chewing on a pig’s ear now, at least.
They didn’t give me anything other than a horrible bowl and an old bone to bring away with her – no toys, no bed. I don’t think she knows what toys are. I bought her a squeaky and a beach football but she has no idea what to do with them. I’ll have to rig her up a bed tonight in the laptop box—and go and get her a proper basket tomorrow. We’ll go to the vet first thing for a general check up, need to know how much she should weigh and get her jabs up to date, book a date for spaying, flea stuff etc.
Lili loves her, is not at all bothered by her, they have kissed and Lili has pinched some of her food and she’s not at all scared. The boys are Most Put Out, however. Severus is in, but growling from the top of the TV and Lucius has Gone Out In High Dudgeon.
Now I need to feed the cats. This is going to be fun…I think tonight will be a bit of a battle too, but I’m hoping she’ll settle down. Only 11 months and I’m her 3rd home. Let’s hope it’s her last home, poor little scrap© Copyright 2011 Erastes, All rights Reserved. Written For: Erastes