A random tale

Sometimes on here I like to post little stories from throughout our relationship. Yes this blog is about getting happy with me but a huge part of my happiness is him and there are things I would like to remember to tell my children.

A few years ago I was working away for the week in Adelaide and the other half rang. We were chatting and he told me that as he was going to be away when I got back he had picked me up a little present which he had left on my pillow. How cute. Me being me I couldn’t stop thinking about it and asked for a clue…’it is something which you had mentioned you wanted and I went out and got it for you’.

hmmmmmm after a few hours of thinking I had cracked it… I had said I wanted a pen pot for my desk at the office and was delighted that he had got me one. So I called all triumphant and announced I knew exactly what it was so we should go on skype so he could show me the one he got.

So we did and he showed me…..

(goldnet.com.au)

‘Well that’s not a pencil pot… I thought it was a pencil pot???’  I was confused. We established that no I didn’t want him to return them and get me a pencil pot I actually loved them heaps more I was just really surprised to get them I was amazed at the loveliness.

And no I still have no pencil pot! I don’t really care

Whats your best surprise? Have you bought a surprise gift?

Step mum to a dog

Yep, my partner came with baggage. He was part of a pair. A pair who had been together for at least 5 years and prior to my entrance did everything ( including sleeping) together.

His name is cowboy. When my other half got him he fitted in his hand and is a brindle english staffy so looked like a cow and was called cow. Thats not nearly a manly enough name for the runt of the litter so he became cowboy and he looks a little like this

( not my actual dog just the same look)

I have never had a pet so I had to learn to look after cowboy when I was the only one at home. So many random phone calls were made…

‘Can he eat hot food?’

‘Do I have to cut up his food? Can he chew?’

‘How often do you walk him?’

‘How do I shampoo him?’

Now we are great buddies and to be honest I feel safer with him around. Yep I have to walk him when I don’t feel like it, yeah on occasion I have to watch TV in the bedroom because he farts me out of my own lounge and yes he snores like a freight train… But I love having a dog and would definitely choose to have one again.

Do you have a pet? Would you love one?