A sure means of contraception

Not that Emma and I need worry about such things any more. This is the incredible bouncing dog who gets an occasional mention on the Blog. It is a thorough-bred Tibetan Terrier and, as far as Alfie is concerned, a thorough pain in the ass. Emma sees it more as an adorable, loveable, fun-loving bundle of fur and energy. I’m not sure her judgement can be relied upon - after all, she chose me. Dog-minding for daughter Eva and her husband take a break, has convinced me that I am not really a dog person. Although I wish it no harm and even throw stuffed toys for it to retrieve (for hours on end) I would never want to own a dog. I love my freedom too much. The freedom to get up when I want to, to remain in the house when the weather is too foul to venture out, the freedom to take a holiday without finding a dog-minder. And the freedom to screw Emma without the dread of the damn fur-kid jumping on us to join in the fun.