Blogging, to take over the world.
Bad hair days are a common occurance, getting out of the wrong side of the bed is another malady which could strike one, and as has been coined quite recently in common use:- "Who let the dogs out?"
To this question I must plead guilty, it is I who let the dog out, not dogs tho.
Just a wee little pooch, who wants to do something or other, outside, at all odd hours of the night.
The only problem is timing.
Timing is such an important part of life; and yet - nobody teaches it as a subject, okay, not to my knowledge - it is not done.
And the pooch seems to have no idea about timing, or, her idea is somewhat different than my idea.
Some might say the pooch should stay out there; another would live with the odd puddle or worse!
Unfortunately, the pooch is vital as a first-line of security. She is an excellent watch dog. This must still be proven, so till then, I will let the dog out whenever she indicates to me - I must let the 'dog' out ...