I can't quite remember the last time I was really excited about something and can't wait for a certain day to arrive. That's how I'm feeling at the moment. I'm finally taking a holiday even though it is tacked onto the back of work. I'm going to Alice Springs next week for work and I've booked myself onto a camping-mini bus tour. I can't wait. Even all the work I have to do for the client before I go hasn't put a dampener on things.
I just finished reading Katie's blog and couldn't stop laughing when I read about the joke she played on her dog Jonty. Reminds me of the poochies. Along with visiting the parents, I also make the trip down to Goulburn to visit the Charlie, Mei Mei, Snowy and Cherry. Thats right, all four of them. My father doesn't want the dogs to run around the property, worried they will somehow fall into the dam or even worse get out onto the Braidwood road and making their way to Braidwood. I personally don't think they should run around because I feel sorry for the neighbouring cows which they seem to take great pleasure in terrorising. So they are allowed out onto the verandah (which my father got the builder to specially make a gate - specifically for the dogs) when not supervised. The dogs run up and down the verandah and it seriously sounds quite war-like.
I spent a good part of my time this weekend clipping the dogs. Lucille bought a clipper set thinking it would be cheaper than taking them to the dog groomers. It would be if the dogs didn't think that we were trying to give them a lobotomy. The way they carry on!! However, once I got going, I just kept clipping! Their fur gets matted quite easily and so I was trying to clip off the matted bits. But this means that they look even rattier than usual. My mother was horrified with my handiwork. I thought Snowy had that rogueish look about him that a lot of guys try to replicate with large amounts of gel and hairspray. Very funky indeed.