That's the story of my week and the very reason why I've been neglecting this blog like Lindsay Lohan neglects her 12-step programme. Since Tuesday I have been firmly seated in front of my laptop. I haven't been online shopping or stalking old primary school friends on Facebook, I haven't been doing my long overdue expense report for my accountant and I definitely haven't been tweeting what I ate for lunch. Sadly, the time spent in front of my laptop has not been its usual brand of time wasting, it's actually been *gasp* very productive.
I have been working 'til stupid o clock at night and waking up at even stupider o clock in the morning to meet the several deadlines I've been juggling like a 60-year old circus pro. On Wednesday I had a particularly thrilling day sitting in a factory in Steeldale (on the non-Sandton side of Springs) for nine hours doing an entire website's copy. But that experience in a blog post all on its own.
The good news is that my crazy week is over, all of the major deadlines have been met and few minor ones are hovering around my studio well aware that they will not be looked at until it's no longer the weekend. Hubby is back from his three-day business trip to Cape Town and Ellie has her second session of puppy school tomorrow morning so from tonight I'm off duty. The next two days will be dedicated to family, friends and vino – probably in (almost) equal parts with a slight 'loved up' leaning towards my handsome husband.
Oh, and of course Ellie, the most spoilt pavement special in Sandton won't be starved for attention. In fact the only time starvation will come into play is tomorrow morning when breakfast doesn't make an appearance in her stainless steel bowl. Now calm down, don't start hopping on any soapboxes – I'm not neglecting her. It's just that if she's going to at least pretend to learn something at puppy training tomorrow then there's gotta be a mini hunger pang of encouragement. And, rest assured, during her 60 minutes of schooling she'll be snacking on chicken (when she 'comes' when called), little bits of parma ham (when she sits – her most polished accomplishment) and a chunk or two of biltong (if she manages to master the 'lie down' command and not just shuffle backwards on her bum until her cuteness wins and I treat her anyway).
I was going to write a few lines on how 'there are no bad dogs, just bad owners' to justify my enrollment of Ellie in puppy classes but then I realised there's no point. Hubby and I have just had to come to terms with the fact that we've become 'those kinds of dog people'... the kinds that only buy (R18 a tin) Science Plan food, put the electric blanket on pre-heat because Ellie likes it (yes she sleeps with us) and make sure that after puppy classes there's a basic obedience class in the area that has outstanding references.
Okay, stop laughing now. No, really, it's not that funny. Okay, maybe it is... but you'd be a little bonkers too if you happened to own the cutest puppy every to 'sit' on command.
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