Saturday, 27 March 2010
Bathing Divadog & Other To Do Jobs
Sometimes you just have to do things that make you unpopular. Last night I bathed the divadog. As you can see from the grumpier-than-usual expression, he was not remotely impressed with my efforts. Someone has to be the baddie though, and strangely enough when it comes to bathing, I'm reminded that 'he's your dog', whereas when he's being all cute and cuddly, he's the family pet.
So, after spending two hours on my Wip - I've now reached 10,000 words and really getting in the swing of things - then having to spend another two hours studying for my exam. Groan, the less said about that the better. I thought, as I'd been promising to bath Himself that I should jolly well get on and do it.
As you can tell from this last picture, which was taken after he'd been blow-dried, he's still seriously put out by the entire experience. You'd think he'd be used to being bathed by now. Obviously not.
Now, at least, he's clean and I can get on with my WiP; a couple of reviews I need to do; preparing a short story; more studying (sigh) and spending some quality time with my family.
Have a great weekend, oh and don't forget to put your clocks forward one hour tonight.