I've been working from home for the last 4 months. Not my home, but a home. As is the case with many homes, this one comes with a dog. Victor. Victor the bipolar watch dog.
Not a graceful title, but not undeserved either. Victor and I get on, infact, give it until Christmas and I suspect I'll be the favourite - Tshawe the handyman may give me a run for my money.
I recruited Victor for an advert the other day, hoping that he would behave like a clumsy family hound and smash through my wall of cups. Alas, he was surprisingly dextrous, and got to the bacon kips without touching them.
Last week the two male bunnies in the cage outside, gave birth to 3 even smaller bunnies. Hark, a miracle. The excitement came to an abrupt end when one of the bunnies went past the window in Victor's mouth. Like a unsuspecting fighter pilot in a big, black, hairy jet. Not the first time this has happened. Friendlies were scrambled to intercept the newborn.
