Like-a-bike
About a year ago, Davin saw a child riding one of these cool things at an airport. He told me how they looked like great fun. Now that Harv is 2 and a half, his time has come. And here he is
I bought the 'balance bike' for a knock-down price on eBay. I am loving, loving, loving eBay.
Other joys that have bestowed us Millers...a prize-winning dog. Oh yes. Charles 'Flea-bag' Miller entered 3 categories in a dog show on Saturday and came 5th, 5th, and 3rd, in 'Best Rescue' (as in rescued dog, rather than he rescuing someone/thing - had that been the category, he would have come very last), 'Most handsome dog' (he was up against pedigree dogs, I might add), and 'Best Veteran' (for dogs aged over 7 - Charlie is a mighty 12!)
Look at him, what a lovely creature. He is indeed a very handsome, and very gentle too. But, my god is he hairy. You could carpet a house with what he sheds in a day. You will often hear Davin and I shout "OH CHARLIE!" every morning as he wafts past us, in our work-clothed glory. Not only is he hairy, he is noisy. Now that Harvey sleeps through the night, our hopes of us sleeping through too are all too often dashed by the hairy mutt. Either fur-balls make an appearance at 3 a.m. "HACK!!! HACK!!!", or he sneezes so loudly that Davin has expressed real concern that we may find his nose at the other end of the house. The worst, however, is that since moving house he has taken to sleeping under my side of the bed. As all of his muscles relax, all-too often I am assaulted in the dead of night by a dense and horribly meaty odour. Sometimes it is like sleeping here. Gag.
