On Sunday the Daughter arrived from Cambridge, complete with dog, and did the Mother's Day visit. Son remembered to phone, too! This is a full-house hand!
Anyway, it transpires that the lease runs out on the Cambridge shared-abode this year and so they have to show prospective tenants around the place. This means it has to be comparatively tidy, with an absence of long, wiggly, omnipresent, shedding-his-winter-coat-right-now dog hair. Our house will now become the opposite of this.
Chaos has arrived and it would appear that he is here for the duration of The Daughter's Saving To Go Travelling Year and the subsequent Travelling Year after that.
Chaos is a big boy. He is 50/50 GSD and Malamut. He can put his front paws on my shoulders and look me straight in the eyes. He is also a crafty and inventive thief and bin-raider, with all of his 5-year life having been spent in perfection of these skills. Rosie is terrified of him - which is only fair, since he is terrified of her. The difference is size is something in the range of 40 - 45 KILOS! They both usually calm down after the first week or so - well, they did last time The Daughter took to the High Seas in Search Of Adventure.
Chaos has also decided that it would be quite interesting to meet some piglets and some sheep and some chickens and any other moving thing on the field - at speed! So he has spent several hours standing, with his front paws on the top of the gate, barking despondently as we feed all those interesting creatures without his help. We are, apparently, rotters!
Despite the patchwork of nice, sunny weather and appalling wintery precipitation, the plants are beginning to grow and we still have no mushrooms. The heater has been put on in the greenhouse as the night temperature has dropped to January levels and I have babies in there that would not survive freezing. The greenhouse now smells like the M1 - I wonder if we are doing this right?
The aviary is almost completed and soon I will be able to reach my waste-paper bin when the canaries and budgerigars move out there! JOY be unbounded! Have you ever seen the mess that can be made by about half-a-pound of birds? Knee deep, I tell you! Knee deep!
More soon!
Anyway, it transpires that the lease runs out on the Cambridge shared-abode this year and so they have to show prospective tenants around the place. This means it has to be comparatively tidy, with an absence of long, wiggly, omnipresent, shedding-his-winter-coat-right-now dog hair. Our house will now become the opposite of this.
Chaos has arrived and it would appear that he is here for the duration of The Daughter's Saving To Go Travelling Year and the subsequent Travelling Year after that.
Chaos is a big boy. He is 50/50 GSD and Malamut. He can put his front paws on my shoulders and look me straight in the eyes. He is also a crafty and inventive thief and bin-raider, with all of his 5-year life having been spent in perfection of these skills. Rosie is terrified of him - which is only fair, since he is terrified of her. The difference is size is something in the range of 40 - 45 KILOS! They both usually calm down after the first week or so - well, they did last time The Daughter took to the High Seas in Search Of Adventure.
Chaos has also decided that it would be quite interesting to meet some piglets and some sheep and some chickens and any other moving thing on the field - at speed! So he has spent several hours standing, with his front paws on the top of the gate, barking despondently as we feed all those interesting creatures without his help. We are, apparently, rotters!
Despite the patchwork of nice, sunny weather and appalling wintery precipitation, the plants are beginning to grow and we still have no mushrooms. The heater has been put on in the greenhouse as the night temperature has dropped to January levels and I have babies in there that would not survive freezing. The greenhouse now smells like the M1 - I wonder if we are doing this right?
The aviary is almost completed and soon I will be able to reach my waste-paper bin when the canaries and budgerigars move out there! JOY be unbounded! Have you ever seen the mess that can be made by about half-a-pound of birds? Knee deep, I tell you! Knee deep!
More soon!
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