Walking the Dog … and Pup
I need to add a warning right here and now – this blog posts describes some graphic images which you might prefer to skip if you are eating. If you choose to read on you might find you are laughing along with me and it is even possible that if you haven’t finished your coffee, red wine or whatever and you haven’t been for a wee in a while … you might wish you had … just saying!
I got up just after 7 as planned this morning and it was all going swimmingly. Whilst having a wee I had a pep talk with Dog about the standards I expected from him – sitting quietly with his lead on (the alternative the other week was him belting round the house with the flippy handle trailing behind bashing thins and barking like an idiot). I got some clothes on always helps when exiting through the front door especially in the winter. I greeted a gently squeaking Pup and fastened his collar (with lead already attached). We got to the front door complete with a ton of poo bags and a quiet and well behaved dog.
We got 20 steps along the road and Dog cocked his leg so Pup squatted. We moved another 10 steps and Pup decided to poo. I sat Dog up and popped his lead down. I managed to get out a plastic bag but the wind was gusting and turning it the wrong way out … at the same time Pup was trying to grab what he had just deposited alternating with dashing towards the road. I shortened his lead and got a finger through his collar to ask him to hup (sit) which worked and stay, which didn’t. As I struggled on with this pantomime my mid length hair got blown into my face so I was now blindly groping for the poo with one half bagged hand and wrestling with a small furry torpedo with the other.
Goal achieved I collected Dog and praised him for his good behaviour and patience (I had snook a look and he had his nose pointed skyward with an oh FFS look in his eye).
Thankfully Dog didn’t stop at his next usual spot to pee and we got to the wee path where Dog gets the length of his extending lead. I wasn’t ready to let Pup off lead there – that will wait until we can go a little further to a different location so he as a little miffed that Dog was leaving him behind. Half way down I had to repeat the whole poo collection exercise for Dog and then again at the end of the path (he doesn’t normally do two so obviously he was anxious today).
By this time I had been wrapped up in one or the other lead several times over so maybe I should have called this post “Doggy Bondage”.
We turned back and as we walked up the path my heart sank – there was another dog in sight which would normally have Dog straining, jumping and yipping like a demon. He did show interest but returned to me when summoned and did not utter a squeak. Interestingly that is the second time in a week that has happened so maybe having Pup has done him some real good.
By this time the wind had made my nose run and as we turned back along the road my hair was whipped round my face and stuck to me … which might have been bearable except Pup decided to have his second Poo in about the same spot as his first so I played another game of “Pin the tail on the donkey” otherwise known as “bag the poo before the Pup”. Having got the small carrier bag sized load of Poo in the bin we came indoors and sorted out breakfast.
The walk obviously was a good influence on the wee man since he was much less trouble while I ate my breakfast. But my woes did not end there.
I had to get ready to trundle off to see my Job Centre Adviser at 12 noon (just when Pup is due lunch). So with both pooches snoring for their morning nap I washed my hair and my body and got dressed. Having fixed my face there was still time to mop the floors so I pulled up the mop to wring it out and change the water – I set it into that little basket thing on top of the bucket. Remember I only bought this bucket and wringing basket just before Christmas as a treat to myself to avoid wringing the mop out by hand. There was a splitting sound and the basket disappeared and the mop splashed dirty water everywhere. I had found a spare wringing thing under the sink the other day and fortune shone on me at this point because it fits the same bucket.
So floors mopped I persuaded Pup into his crate and left him his lunch in a cardboard box … he is too little to be left with a bowl and he loves to play with cardboard boxes. He had eaten it in two minutes flat and then cried. He never cries for long so I wasn’t worried about him and he has Dog nearby for company.
The bus was late so I was late for my meeting, which did not start well because we rehashed all the stuff about me proving that I am using their appalling job search site. Just this morning I wanted to apply for a design based job. Now that is not my normal professional work it is something I do for fun – but could I send them examples? no so they will look at my CV and wonder why on earth I applied. I mentioned some of the job search sites I use and my adviser – whose job is to encourage me to be successful at finding a job – admitted she had never heard of several of them.
We did eventually get to talking about the business idea. To start with the Adviser said she couldn’t see the business being viable. I gave her examples of how people could benefit, related it to changes in legislation which will have an impact and talked about partners. I am the first to say the business idea is ambitious … but just because something is ambitious does not mean it is not realistic … it does mean it needs someone passionate and authoritative in the field to develop it though.
Of course the biggest barrier is just getting across to people exactly what telecare is and could offer. One of the best ways to do this is by relating case studies and when I did so they touched accord with my adviser. She became quite emotional when she could relate it to her own family and realised that maybe things could have been different; I suggested he not have regrets about that but take that thought forward so she is better equipped next time.
So I have been referred to the specialists who evaluate a person’s suitability for NEA which is an allowance that may be available at the start of a business if I have been unemployed for more than 6 months before I start it.
It was a long meeting but I think we made a connection that wasn’t there before. Then I walked through the town to the supermarket for a few messages. On the way I passed Toxic who was so deep in conversation with someone he didn’t notice me until I was passing right behind him. I got a sarky text later on asking if it was me who had passed him.
When I got home all was quiet until Pup realised I was there. When he is upset he makes a noise rather like an angry cat instead of a puppy. I let him out and coaxed him into the garden where he sat in front of me raised his muzzle and did his angry cat impression for 10 minutes. I decided that he must have been pi$$ed with me because he had had to pee in his crate while I was gone.
Things settled and the dogs had a rest before an early tea and then went off to sleep again. Next thing was a phone call from my mortgage company – a weekly occurrence just now. First she demanded an immediate payment – I respectfully directed her to the previous regular conversations I had had with her colleagues. Then we went through all the same questions as I have done with those colleagues. Am I sure I am claiming all the help I can; have I consulted with an independent financial adviser (well of course I have because I have money to pay for that don’t I); surely there must be other money I can claim and so it went on.
I feel like printing a large banner and persuading someone to tow it behind their airplane saying “This person has paid all her National Insurance Contributions and has a mortgage which means she is entitled to less money than someone who has never paid NI and who rents a property” It is so unfair but I was brought up with the belief that life is unfair; I really don’t need the bank , the mortgage company and the DWP to keep rubbing my nose in the unfairness. It has been in many ways a substandard day!
However because I was up earlier and out with my pack I did get some nice photos so I will include them here to calm and soothe me before I head off to sleep … oh yes you can look at them too if you like …
So tomorrow it will be out early again with my boys … but I will take ten seconds to pull my hair into a scrunchie (every little helps)