toast for tea

My dog, Milly, and I have a few things in common: we believe a long walk is a daily necessity, good for emptying – she, her bladder, me, my head; forty winks on the couch is so much better when you’ve got each other for a hot water bottle – except on a Melbourne forty-plus killer; we’d sell our souls for a decent backrub; we’re chocoholics; and we love a good novel. The liking for chocolate is a bit of a worry. Though to be truthful, for me it’s an indulgence-slash-addiction I have no intention of ever trying to conquer. To overcome my chocolate habit would be tantamount to donating my tastebuds to science. I’m never doing it. It’s another matter for the dog, however. For her, chocolate, for all its sublime slide-down-your-throat-on-velvet-rollerblades allure, is toxic. Chocolate contains a compound called theobromine – a stimulant and diuretic – which dogs cannot digest. In large enough quantities – and for a small dog this could mean only a few squares of chocolate – it can be f...

My girl with her precious collection of socks and pigs ears - oh, and I think there's a bee in there too. This is my trial run at an internet cafe - got to make sure I can upload pictures from camera to blog. I'll need to know how to do this in PARIS and MALLORCA and LONDON! Can't believe it's only three sleeps till I take off! Yippee!!!!!! Eeeeeeek!!!!!!!

A picture's worth a thousand words... It's very important to have the right sort of pillow or you'll get a stiff neck. I begged them - blue or green or brown or red or black - but pink?! I love my cardi... And I love surfing the net in my cardi... Exuse me - can't a cat get a bit of privacy around here? Dignity? I told them cats don't need baths! I've got a secret sock fetish - but don't tell anyone. Who needs a posh bed when I can sleep in this lovely box? Um - you're, like, in my personal space. This ear's so dirty - didn't your mum teach you how to wash?

Here's some pics of our new 'babies'. Milly (dog) and Fyodor (cat) are five months now, so not really babies, but in our household we refer to them as 'the babies'. Like when Hannah gets home from school, she'll ask what mischief the babies got up to today. Alot is usually the answer. These two are partners in crime. When no one's home, I can just imagine the conversation going something like: F: Hey, Mills, what'll we do next? I'm sick of chasey. I don't remember the hat-stand falling over - was that you or me? That woolly hat'll make a nice place for a nap a bit later. M: What's it taste like? Mmm. Not bad. Go and get the toilet roll started - I'll be there in a minute. Let's see if we can roll it through the kitchen and right down the stairs today. F: Sure, Mills. I'll check out the kitchen bench on my way. Several minutes later... F: Hey, Milly babe. They left tonight's tea out to defrost. It's a bit ...