Ahhhhh, decadence: dread friend, dear foe.

There's something sinfully delicious about blogging while sitting on your porch. It's especially sweet when you have a fabulous puppy at your feet. The bugs aren't too bad yet. The light from the lappy doesn't seem to be attracting as many as I feared.

I'm currently searching for templates for rental receipts. In my new position of LAND LORD: Lord of the Basement Apartment, I must have these sorts of things at hand. Not having tremendous luck yet.

So, we got a satellite so my darling wife can watch EVERY FIFA game this year. Do NOT attempt to make contact with her during this period. Interruption of FIFA is a bootable offense.

What is it about blogging that can be so addictive? For me, I think part of it is the chance to practice my typing. Still not very quick with it. Of course, venting my spleen is also a nice change of pace. Can't keep those feelings bottled up. You gotta LET 'EM OUT, like Mr. Sheepman does every night on a pillow shaped like his father...

Is it just me, or is Cadbury's Dairy Milk, just about the pinnacle of off the shelf chocolate bars? I'm talking chocolate, not 'candy' bars. Simple, elegant chocky. Yeah, it's probably just me.

DUDE! have you seen this show called ICONS? It's a history show all about videogames! I caught about 3 minutes of it the one day, it was the history of Donkey Kong. How seriously unreal is that? I'm so excited. I gotta find out when it's on. I may have to hook up the old VCR again.

*shudder* VHS...

I have the cutest Puppy! I'm ridiculously in love with him. I am so proud of my Buster. Tonight, we walked over to meet one of the neighbour's dogs. I think it's a mutt, but a big, old mutt. Very quiet and reserved. But he seemed very happy to see Buster. Cautiously inviting him to come near the fence, Buster finally mustered enough courage to go up and they sniffed each other's nose for a bit. Then the freaking Jack Russell came whipping over and scared Buster away. Then he tried to scare me away, but I held my ground and gave him a 'Give me a fucking excuse, dog." look and bared my teeth with a low growl and he shut the hell up, and left Buster alone.

Fucking right. Don't FUCK with my puppy.

I think Jack Russells are cats in disguise. Man, I hate them.

So hopefully, I can arrange some time for Buster to play with the big dog, without the Jack being around.

Heee heee! My next door neighbour has a yappy dog. He barks at everything, except my dad. Dad has pretty good bark of his own, which shuts old Maxi up.

Well today, Maxi was doing his whole 'I'm a yappy dog' routine, which, the first time Buster heard it, (the second night we had him) he took off like a rocket in the opposite direction. Pretty much since then, Buster's been pretty cool about the whole thing, we walk to the back yard, Maxi starts his routine and Buster pays no attention to him at all, except I think to taunt him a bit. You know, getting real close to the fence and pretending not to notice Maxi? Sneaky buggar, no wonder I love him. So, today Maxi started his 'I'm a loud dog, completely safe from retribution, I will bark at whomever I please' bit, and well, I don't know what was said, whether Maxi defamed Buster, or his mom or peanut butter or whatever, but Buster decided he'd had enough, and stepped up to the plate. BARK BARK BARK! and Maxi, shut the hell up and ran to the far side of the yard, as far away as she could get from Buster. He tried a couple more barks from there, but cut it out when Buster stood up and pawed the fence.

Maxi's been real quiet ever since.

Good boy, Buster. Here's a treat.

B. Fixxitt