How cunning is my dog you ask

Well, one of my dogs is on anti-inflammatories at the moment, one a day, and I had some trouble yesterday when she decided that she did not want it. I had given her a treat before hand and showed her that I had more if she was good. I tried to shove it down her throat when shechewed it and spat out two largish pieces amounting to about half the dose. I tired to give her these but she growled at me.

Now I am keen to make sure that my dog knows who is boss but you do not stick your fingers in the mouth of a dog that growls at you when you try to. So I figured I would hide it in food. So I go to the fridge and grab some camembert cheese as it is the only thing I have that she will want that I can push the tablet fragments into. I slice off a thin piece and fold it in half with the tablet fragments inside and give it to her (and some for the other dog so she doesn't get jealous). Well she chews it up and is obviously struggling to get her mouth around the sticky cheese (most of her food is dry and crunchy).

But she is enjoying it and I think that I have succeeded when you guessed it she smacks her lips and spits out a piece of tablet. I feel disappointed but figure that the other piece is gone so I managed in total to get three quarters of a dose. And that is when the other shoe dropped or more specifically after a second's mouth movement the other piece dropped to the floor. By this stage they were too mushy to do anything with and I gave up.

Happily this morning I got the dose in her no problem.

Why my Bass Guitar is a Bad Boy Yardie

After some consideration as to what my Bass guitar's name might be (BB King's guitars were all Lucille) along comes an incident that has made it clear.

It came to me like a bolt to the head.

I had been up late playing my bass when I decided to call it a night. I put the bass down shut off the light in that room and in the semi dark I reached for the bass only to have the E-string tuning peg hit me over my right eye. Obviously it is a bad boy yardie trying to kill me in the dark, it was only the fact that I had a firm grip on the neck of the guitar at the time that I survived. But I have a black eye now.

So in keeping with the fact that BonsaiGirl suggested that bass guitars have boy's names it is now Lincoln.

This also has the benefit of giving it some bluesy credibility as in the American automobile.