Archive for June, 2004

Rabid Ginger Nuts

June 18, 2004

Genghis had the pleasure of another trip to the vets this morning. This time it was to be tested to see if the heart-worm treatment had worked and killed all the babies.

This involved a blood test and poor Gengie was not having it all. Initially the vet took him into the back room and left Bill and I in the consulting room. All we could do was look at each other with concern when through the door we could hear Genghis’ expressions of displeasure and aggravation.

A while later the vet returned with two assistants. Genghis wasn’t co-operating and they had decided to try again with Bill’s help to hold and try to calm the poor dog down. A muzzle was fitted (he was so distressed he was in bite mode), and Gengie lifted onto the table where the two nurses and Bill held onto a struggling, scared and irate dog while the vet attempted to draw blood. This didn’t really go very smoothly but eventually she had enough of a sample to proceed with the test.

Released, poor Genghis slunk into the corner, his eyes and the top of his nose had turned bright red with panic. However, he was soon grinning and back to his happy placid self again. I think his unpleasant heart-worm treatment experience has made him react quite adversely to being at the vet’s now.

Anyhow, after a short wait, it was good news. There’s no sign of any baby worms in his bloodstream. Now he just has to wait until September before he gets tested to check that he is also clear of all the nasty adults. The vet said that 99% of the time the treatment works first time, but sometimes they do need to go in and cleanse the dog again. I hope Genghis is in the majority percentage.

I’ve spent the day with my head buried in Adobe yet again. Progress has been steady though and I’ve done 12 illustrations so far, only another 40 to go! Submitted my first freelance invoice last Monday. That’s very exciting and I’m looking forward to getting my first paycheck. Mmmm money!

RIP Monkey

June 11, 2004

Had some sad news last night I’m afraid. My lovely Aussie sister-in-law Mel will remember that nice friendly purple rope monkey which together we freed from the pet shop last year and sent off to a new home to be best friends with Quincy. Well I’m sad to say that last night he met an untimely end.

Until recently he’d been enjoying relative peace and quiet in the corner of the front room, with the occasional snuzzle and nibble from a gentle Quince. They got on just fine, although Quincy never really took to playing with Monkey, but would simply decide to randomly toss him across the room for attention every so often.

When we brought Genghis into the household Monkey got a new best friend. Or so we thought. Many has been the evening when Monkey and Genghis would while the time away together. Monkey firmly clamped in soggy jaws and being given the tour of the house.

Quincy even got jealous at times and would attempt to re-instigate his friendship with Monkey, but to no avail. Monkey was firmly best friends with Ginger Dog and a shout of “Monkey! Where’s Monkey?!!” would bring Genghis eagerly hunting for his buddy,

Monkey even bravely saved Genghis last night when that naughty dog escaped out of the yard again. My shoelace was loose and as I stooped to retie it Genghis took the opportunity to scarper and dove straight through the fence.

Monkey volunteered to help me capture his mate and together we went out into the road where we spotted Genghis frolicking. Monkey did a seductive dance and soon Genghis was back in his friend’s company and safe from traffic and the dog pound.

You’d think he’d be grateful?

But no. Merely hours after this episode I walked into the front room to find Genghis a murderer. Around him was strewn the hung, drawn and quartered remains of Monkey. Genghis sat gloating over his victim, innards dangling from his lips.


RIP Monkey.

I don’t think he’s going to have a quiet repose though, his saggy carcass will not be interred and sent to abide with the Great Monkey in the Tree. Genghis insists that Monkey Skin is his plaything and will not relinquish hold.

Boring Bog Roll

June 9, 2004

I was just perusing British Expats while waiting for Illustrator to stop going crazy when a toilet talk thread caught my attention. The conversation had turned to observations regarding the humble loo roll and they’re right, by Jove, all the toilet roll over here is white. No choice of colour at all. No peach, misty green or soft baby blue. Just white. White. White. How dull.

When walking down the aisle in the supermarket I thought something seemed weird but couldn’t place it. But that’s it, it’s the lack of hue in the loo roll department.

Update: Bill says it used to come in different colours and he’d not noticed the shift to white, it snuck up on him. Now he’s thoughtful and curious too.

Naughty Genghis

June 9, 2004

Last night Genghis had all privileges revoked. He’d been a very good dog lately and since he got the all clear from the vets we’ve been letting him get a little crazy and have more freedom. We’d progressed to letting him go out into the back garden on his own for short bursts providing that he had his lead attached.

Outside he’d been having a great time and could often be seen happily trying to oust some chipmunks from their burrows. We’ve discovered he can dig and is very good at it. Gingernuts gets very intense and with a flurry of dirt over his haunches is soon snuffling into the earth, wagging tail just visible above ground. Bill’s hoping that he might excavate around and/or dig up a decaying tree stump so that he doesn’t have to deal with it.

Quince has also been enjoying this relaxation of Genghis’ restricted activity and the pair of them have been having some good romps.

But, alas, no more. It’s back to strict supervision for our Gengs.

Last night Bill had to run back to the office for a while so I stayed at home and cooked us up some tea. It was a warm night so I left the kitchen door open and allowed the dogs to come and go as they pleased. Checked in on Genghis every so often and he was enjoying having the run of the yard and being a very good dog. All the time Bill was gone Genghis was out in the back yard doing whatever it is dogs do when they roam around sniffing things and generally getting high on smelly things. I called him a couple of times and he was very obedient, each time coming up to see what I wanted immediately.

Come bedtime I thus relented and although dark, allowed Genghis to take himself outside once more. After a short time I went to check on him. Shining the torch across the yard in the direction of his chinking collar I caught sight of him just as he snuck through the fence and into our neighbour’s yard. He stood stock still and stared at me for a moment, his eyes beacons reflecting back to taunt me in the black, before high tailing it down the street.


I grabbed my shoes, and Bill, and we raced out of the front door on a mission to recapture the beast. Bill jumped into the truck and sped down the street while I followed on foot.

Up ahead our dog casually stopped and took a pee on someone’s mailbox before legging it.

It took Bill a couple of attempts but he eventually managed to get the truck in front of the runaway, jump out, grab hold of his lead and coax a subdued Genghis into the cab.

I caught up , joined an aggravated Bill and a very pleased with himself dog and we drove back home around the circle where we discovered strange things were afoot last night.

When we’d left the house a couple of the redneck neighbours had been milling around outside their house and slightly up the street. Which was odd, though not totally out of the ordinary for that bunch. However, when we drove back around the circle we came up against a police car, lights pulsing, coming the other way. It stopped and an officer got out with a torch. He ignored us completely despite Bill asking if everything was okay, and started examining the bushes and driveway of a nearby house. The rednecks, along with another neighbour and his dog also merged on this location and it was all generally a bit weird.

We drove on and took the dog home none the wiser.

June 7, 2004

Had a frustrating morning at work today as I arrived all prepared after a weekend of making sure I had covered myself for meeting a deadline on several of the illustrations I’m doing, only to sit around unable to progress as nobody I needed to confer with was around. Great.

Managed to sort things out in the end and spent the rest of the day pushing pixels until my eyes fell out. In between which I enjoyed a nice lunch with Viley at Figo. That’s a pasta restaurant and so I had a delicious zucca, which is butternut squash ravioli with a creamy sauce. Slightly ruined by the dubious looking plate it was served on as there was the remains of what looked like paper towels and a greasy fingerprint on it. Being a combination of too polite and too ravenous I did my best to ignore this though. Wasn’t as bad as that time I’d been enjoying a Mushroom Dansak at the Royal in Rusholme and lifted the naan for my last mouthful only to find a very pubic looking hair lurking beneath.

Anyhow, this evening we arrived back at the house to love on our two very happy and playful dogs and after a little recuperation went to the rec for some ping pong. After some furious warm up I played a match with Bill, and for the first time almost won a game from him. Got him to deuce twice and then in true Kay fashion, blew it. Bill then won every game, what a rotter.

Caught up with the Stanley Cup on our return and sadly saw my ice hockey team defeated by Tampa Bay. Booo Hissss. Bah humbug. Poor little ginger Canadians. It was a very good game though, with the Calgary Flame fighting and clawing for the puck (and the other team) til the last second. Just like last year I wish they would show more hockey on public tv (we don’t have cable), we just get enough to get the appetite going again and then it’s over for another year. Poop.

Eyes still feel like they are going to fall out so time to put Ed to bed and then snuggle up myself. Sweet dreams all.

Introducing ED

June 7, 2004

Ed arrived on Friday and I’m very excited. My inheritance from Nanna and Grandad came through and after watching the UK to US exchange rate fervently for several weeks until it bounced back up a notch or two I finally made a decision and moved over to the Mac side.

Got myself a tasty little G4 15″ Powerbook I did and he’s sitting pretty here being a good boy. He’s a bit special and is even currently connected to a spare Apple flat screen monitor and performing beautifully. Hoorah.

He’s already been hard at work as I have some paid freelance work to do at BrightHouse. He and I spent Saturday sat in the bleachers watching Bill play in a ping pong tournament while plugging away in Illustrator.

*hugs the new laptop*