New hobby ...

... i only wish he had come by during daylight hours, so I could take better pictures.

I think feathers suit him.

My new hobby ...

There is a dog living a few streets away who escapes on a regular basis.

He seems to have decided instead of sitting around at home all day he should travel the neighbourhood taunting less free canines, barking at my cats and scaring them and pretending they oppress and beat him up when i am present, and mooching at my next doors neighbours house with the Labrador.

So I decided I should dress him up when he comes over.

Some outfits so far ...

My beautiful Woolliff ...

... is in cuddly mood.  He is lifting his back leg up so I can properly rub his tummy whilst he curls around my arm.

Thankfully he does not get so aroused that he humps my leg, like wot my sisters cat Lamington does (even though he is desexed).  It is strangely disturbing to watch, and takes sooooo long.  My niece says if she interrupts him he gets very cranky, where as if she lets him have his way, then he is all sweet and cuddly afterwards.

I am a bad person, but ....

... it is soooooo FUNNY!!!!!

Situation:

Son of dr working at practice had been being given work experience. Father paid him adult rates to do it.

Manager away on leave for three weeks.
Receptionist temporarily handling his admin role quit at short notice due to family reasons.
Myself stepped up to do.
Vacant reception role given to not overly suited twitchy 18 year old boy.  Opportunity organised/requested by father.

Boy received first real payslip.

(Admittedly I think they may have the wrong pay rate by a couple of dollars an hour, but perhaps they were going to employ him as permanent part-time, rather than the casual even their long term staff are employed at)

Dummy spit of epic proportions is being played out in a family household as we speak as 18 year old who is not very good at job thinks he is wasting his time earning money at offical payrate.  Says he has already spent as much as he is being paid, and its not worth the effort.

I am ridiculously amused, though admire his confidence and over inflated feelings of self worth.

One of his main gripes is that he has starved himself for this, since he feels the need to stop for a main meal at morning tea, as well as lunch time, and is angry food isnt provided free of charge as he was eating the food provided to the doctors for feee when his dad was paying him to work.

I don't think he understands how much of a favour they were doing for his dad and how unwelcome and not very good he is.

My experience of trying to teach him how to write an  address on an envelope will live long in my memory.