Should have been titled "Today" ...

but thanks to crappy internet that wasn't possible, so we will have to settle with calling this post "Yesterday".

It was a rather amusing day and started off fairly well. I went to work with nothing untoward happening. Bear was no madder or crazier than usual. I managed to get some stuff done at work that was half decent, finally, thank heavens, now I just bet they won't like it ...

Anyway, got home, all well and good. Apart from the fact that Bear was lying peacefully on the front step as if it was impossible for him to climb through the lounge windows and ravage the house. His one error - evidence! One of my poor shoes was lying in front of him whilst he looked up at me with innocent brown eyes, all excited to see me. Well, he got a smack with said shoe and sulked for the rest of the afternoon.

I had to take Lillith to the vet, so off I trotted with a small yowling cat in her basket, all the way to town. My time at the vet was rather informative. Lillith requires daily sunblocking as she is so white - great stuff, have to go buy SPF50 for my cat ... we also discussed Bear's problem of being so horny it must be driving him totally insane, and the benefits of having his balls chopped off. It seems like a great plan, however, we also worked out that testosterone helps develop muscle structure and all that bollocks, so we are going to try and hang on until he is a year or so old and fully grown before removing these rather offending items that make my life difficult ...

The most amusing part of all of this though is that my delicate, white-furred, blue-eyed kitten named Lillith, whom EVERYONE that looked said was female (shows how much you lot know) is actually a BOY!! So after a mild disagreement I decided to believe the vet as he clearly has more expertise in that area than I do, however it gave him a good laugh. Now, we have to think of a new name for this terror as well - so far the vet suggested Goliath, which I quite like as hopefully he'll grow to be big and strong but that is rather doubtful, and then Banzai, Kovu, or Nuka from the Lion King, so decisions decisions.

Well, so off we went home, Lillith / Goliath etc with a newly acquired pair of balls. I am becoming severely outnumbered in this house, 4 males to 2 females - no wonder Nala was so pissed at the latest addition, now I don't blame her in the slightest!

Anyway, so on getting home with my cat in tow who insisted on riding out of his cage, Bear came to greet us with all the enthusiasm in the world, finally over his sulk that had lasted from 1pm to what was now 4:25pm. Poor bugger, I had another appointment and had to drop them and run off again, only getting home after 5. Pio of course neglected to tell me that he was already in town when I left and so had to sit on the back lawn waiting as well!

So we progressed with dinner and choosing names for Goliath etc, which we still have not decided on, and made chicken in soy on jasime rice which sounds rather exotic but I think it was rather gross. I was kind enough to put rice, gravy, and all the chicken skin aside for Bear, and even gave it to him in one of our white bowls that Christine bought us - don't tell her ...

Bear has a thing, and this does not come from spoiling at all. He will only eat what is either fed to him on one of our plates or off one of our plates when it is done in full sight of him so that he cannot be conned into eating dog food. I tried to con him last night, he wouldn't accept it. However, when I scraped my leftovers on top of his bowl or chicken and rice, he ate it all, neatly leaving the "dog food". Little shit.

Anyway, so Pio was finishing up some work, and I attempted to brush Bear. This dog has an incredibly woolly bum. The rest of him is normal Husky fur, however his bum has an extra layer of down that is just incredibly thick and constantly itchy. Brushing him is always a war, where he chews me, runs around, and practically has to be held down whilst I attack him to try and get some of this down out. I made the mistake of leaving the brush lying within his reach the one day and so he attempted to destroy it, so every time I use it I get splinters as well from a mutilated handle. War over, once he had bitten me, fallen on top of my hand, got a smack for his trouble, and eaten some of his own fur as if he hates to part with it, we decided to take him for a walk.

So in the car and off we go .. yet now there are other dogs on the beach. A pleasant couple with three practically puppies, a Pit Bull, Staffie cross Jack Russell and another Jack Russell. Pio made the fatal mistake of allowing Bear to pull him along, and so the dog went wild and bowled all three pups off their feet. It took quite some time to calm him down and get him away from them. On we continued, me eventually taking Bear as Pio had not a lot of control over him and was being pulled down the beach like a steam train.

We let him off eventually, when the other dogs were out of sight, however he spotted the tiniest little dog (like Dee's whatever that rat is) and attempted to take it on. Well 5 minutes later we were in total hysterics, as this tiny dog no bigger than Bear's head, chased him all over the beach, up and down, biting him and yapping at his heels. Finally, Bear had met his match in something one tenth of his size. We finally rescued him after having a good laugh, and then he was in a total sulk with us. We got as far as the car, and in a strop, he decided that he had had enough, and bottled back down the beach. This is the first time that he has done this, and I am sure that it was because he was in a total sulk over us leaving him to be abused by a teeny-tiny mutt.

Off I want to fetch him, and he got put back on his lead and made to walk next to me back to the car. Well it took him some time to get over that latest offense! He lay in front of the door at home in yet another major sulk, and after giving him time to cool off I had to make amends ...

Honestly ... with these moods and temper tantrums, who needs kids????