.... random rants and rambles. no agenda. yet.

C and I have just spent an hour cleaning Harry's blood from almost all of our household surfaces.

DON'T PANIC!!! HARRY IS FINE! DAMN ANNOYING, BUT FINE.

He has a small cut on his ear (and a hilarious plaster covering it), that he got by doing his usual Dog Things; running madly into bushes and smelling all the smells and digging and trying to catch rabbits and god knows what else lives in bushes anyway.

On his walk tonight, he managed to eat most of a dead fish - how he found it, I have no idea, as it was very, erm, dead, and we're not even sure it was a fish cos it was rather hard to tell - and then refused to drop it until C The Hero managed to pull it out of his jaws and throw it away. Then we realised he was dripping with blood, which was kind of weird cos the dead fish-type thing was too dead to have any blood anywhere near it... so we worked out that it was his own blood. Nice.

The only reason I didn't fly into a complete panic and scream and flail around and faint and stuff was cos C told me it had happened before, and it was probably only a small cut. She was right - it was a very small cut - but it had more blood in it than you'd believe possible. And because he is a dog, and because dogs have to shake when they are wet, when we got home he shook and shook until this amazing amount of blood was alllllll over our house.

I'm not joking; there were tiny spots of blood everywhere - on walls, floors, radiators, pictures, doors - you name it, it had blood on it!

C rightly pointed out that if she ever decided to become a murderer, she wasn't going to break any skin because of the mess. Damn right!

We are all banished to the garden until further notice. Thank god for wireless!