Wedding pics as promised

You know what I hate?

Ok, so there's not just one thing and out of the myriad of things that I hate, I can't really expect you to guess the exact thing can I?

But I really receiving documents that have been drafted by someone with poor MS Word skills. You know, when you get an email with some important missive from the toffs above and you have your computer set to see all the returns and tabs in the documents (like the old-fashioned reveal codes) and it looks like crap?

When the person who created the document has used five tabs to indent an important bit instead of setting it so it is just one long, custom sized tab. When they have tabs that go nowhere or tabs to set out information that should have been put in a table. When they've just used the standard indent for bullets instead of tidying it up properly in the ruler bar. When at the end of the document there is a random collection of 10 or so returns that are purposeless. When the consistency of the document is poor and they don't adjust the margins for the last paragraph so it remains indented as if it is part of a list.

It really annoys me. Particularly because I now feel like my nanna complaining about shoddy workmanship.

Four feet and a cold, wet nose ...

Buster and I decided that we wanted a dog, after all, every dog needs a little boy and we already had the little boy - we just need the perfect dog to match. Intense negotiations followed to decide what type of dog should be chosen. Should we get a pure bred dog, a cross bred dog or rescue a dog from the RSPCA? I wanted a pure bred dog but Buster was keen on rescuing a dog - it seemed we were at a stalemate. But then we met a lady on one of our morning walks and she had a very special dog who we liked very much and actually met both of our wants - pure bred AND a rescue dog. So we rang them up, we were interviewed, we passed the interview and then we waited. And waited. And waited for the perfect child-loving, cat-friendly dog to join our family.

And finally, our family has just expanded by four feet and a cold, wet nose - we have been joined by Izzy the Greyhound.


Izzy is a 15 month old, rescued greyhound and is black with a little bit of white on her back feet. She's younger than most of the rescue greyhounds because she broke her little doggy wrist and was unable to race anymore. Thankfully her trainer thought she deserved a second chance and put her up for adoption through the Greyhound Adoption Program.

She is absolutely gorgeous and has the most lovely manners. She is very eager to please and seems to be settling in well. Obviously the cat hates her with a passion, but hopefully the cat will get over it pretty soon, as Izzy mostly ignores her. Squirmy was very excited on Saturday morning when he woke up to find Izzy sniffing his feet.

Contrary to popular belief, Greyhounds only need 30 minutes of exercise a day and are very lazy, so much so that they are often referred to as "living room furniture". Nor are they vicious - the muzzle that they have to wear in public is a council requirement, not a reflection on their temperament.

So if you see someone walking a dishlicker, go and say hi!