Arf arf arf

We have a dog. This is good news. Before we had a dog I had allsorts of minor distractions that served as limp excuses for not getting things achieved. I started too early, I started too late, those biscuits made me sleepy, I was looking as bosoms on the internet, that sort of thing. Now there is a puppy just to my right, snoozing, I have a proper excuse. When he’s awake, half an eye is kept watching for the telltale signs of impending lavatorial events, when he’s asleep it’s compulsory to stare and listen to the unbearably pleasing noises he makes.

I wanted to call him Waldo, see the last blog. My wishes don’t come into consideration on such important matters – my daughter rules that particular roost. Perry, Louie and (briefly, thanks to a suggestion from her friend) Chairface were serious contenders. He is Harris, though.

We are working on a cliche whereby he will sit next to me in the tractor, at my feet in the soon-to-arrive outside office, provide extensive blogging material by way of getting into ludicrous scrapes with wildlife and I hope that he will prove to possess a superpower. The ability to discern the perfect day to pick the grapes would be ideal. Although dogs who appear to have a special gift often turn out not to have.

He is my ongoing excuse for lack of achievement and inefficiency from now on.

  • There’s plenty of room in that bed for some strategically placed veg surely.

    He is a ridiculously handsome fellow. A flower behind the ear wouldn’t detract.

  • What a darling he is! Obviously I’m a bit sad you didn’t call him Perry Groves as you’d promised, but those meltingly sweet eyes make me forgive all. (I mean the dog’s eyes, not yours, for clarity.)Have fun with the little fella! x

  • Aww, so cute! He looks just like my Border when he was a pup. A year and a half on, he’s still my excuse for not getting things done! You’ll enjoy having him by your side all the time, except when he’s off chasing hares or deer or anything else that moves… ;D

  • He looks gorgeous, bet he will be a big distraction. Love your piece on punctuating the day and music references too. As someone who abandoned work this afternoon to pick up two very tired little girls from school and take them with me to pick up two newly castrated (I am still feeling guilty) kittens from the vets this afternoon, where we created a scene resembling Hairy Maclary’s Rumpus At the Vets, I am not the best person to advise on sensible punctuation. In fact, very much in need of a whiskey with Velvet Underground. Andrea

  • Dogs are genius at distracting you from home working. They tell you when to switch off that computer and feed them/play with them/take them walkies. And he will also solve your problem of struggling to get out of bed in the mornings. They are little furry alarm clocks, set to the same precise times every day. I don’t know how I managed without one. Enjoy.

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