This morning I went to feed my mom's pony and couldn't find the bucket that we put his oats and stuff in.
"Where is your bucket?" I asked.
Thud, thud. Humphrey was kicking the bucket into view...
Custard was a little ill over the weekend, having runny poop. He utterly refuses to go in our garden, he just sits and whines to go for a walk. I was out with him at 1am on Sunday morning. As reward for being such a good dog (not doing his stuff in the house or in our garden, saving it for the rough field nearby) my wife found a medal for him - a gold medal on a red, white and blue ribbon, which she hung around his neck. He now wears it all of the time he is at home, letting us take it off when we go out and then sitting while we put it back on when we get back home. I tried it on once, but he got very upset with me.
Son: "I'm going to have a bath."
Daughter: "Try something new today!" (This is the catchphrase for Jaimie Oliver's ads that he is doing for a UK supermarket chain.)
I have volunteered to take part in some experiments at the Uni. Tomorrow night I am having my brainwaves monitored. I have got a vision of the guys thinking that the equipment is broken when they can't pick anything up!
Hope you are having a good week!