Poop Machine

Alison and the kids are off camping for a couple of days, leaving me with Floss the new puppy, who is not yet housetrained. This is fine: this week my job means lots of reading, and I can work from the laptop, sat in the kitchen, keeping one eye on the dog. She sleeps a lot, so it could be worse.

Unfortunately, while Floss is awake, one eye is roughly three eyes too few. It seems that the time it takes me to fill the kettle and switch it on is more than long enough for Floss to run to a random location on the kitchen floor and decorate it with dog stuff or one form or another. Or both.

I have run out of kitchen roll, and I need to buy more disinfectant.