Fireworks, how they annoy me.

I found this on facebook last night; Thanks B:


The three of us fast asleep and snoring apparently. I’d like to point out that this is a preferred response to the continuous fireworks in our area. They’ve been going off for a few weeks but obviously it’s a big thing this week. I have no problem with organised displays but unfortunately we live in an area where everyone is a pyrotechnics expert. Echo isn’t bothered by fireworks outside but once he’s indoors he gets quite upset. Zeph is pretty jumpy with them and since I forgot about all the fireworks I didn’t get him out for a walk in time last night. Lesson learned. Both will be out before it’s dark.

Anyway, luckily for me, although the boys start off pacing and whimpering a little, they quickly settled down for cuddles last night. We sat like that for about 2 hours, hence I fell asleep all cuddled in! I think B was a little jealous! I don’t make a fuss over the fireworks but I think I’m just lucky that boys want cuddles rather than making a fuss themselves. A friend of mine has to give her dog valium for a few weeks to help him deal with the stress!

Stress is getting the better of me

I am sitting at my desk at the moment (I’m on annual leave!) and trying desperately to make a good dent in my uni coursework. I have gotten myself really stressed out over an essay which I’m having real difficulty in getting into. I’ve emailed my lecturer to see if I’m at least on the right lines. I wonder if I’m trying to make it more complicated than it really is! Now that would be a surprise, me making things hard for myself.

At first the dogs were trying to be supportive and kept coming to see I was ok:


His wee smiley face was nice, and occasionally I got a wee paw as well. But now that I’ve gotten into full Jenni stress mode about life the boys have abandoned me. They’ve seen it all before:


“If we lie still she won’t even know we’re here.”

I think they’re fed up with me getting upset over nothing. I like their approach of, “let’s just sleep and she’ll get over it!”. I need to just get my head down, write this essay and if it’s not good enough then I’ll need to resubmit another piece of work next year. No big deal.

The beginning of another adventure

Don’t panic, we aren’t adding any new puppies or babies to the family before anyone thinks that. We are however, going to be moving house and much further North. B was head hunted and I’ve secured myself a senior role in a new lab, so we are heading off to Inverness! I am currently juggling all that a move implies as well as keeping the dogs happy and still studying for this bloody MSc so I apologise if once again there is a bit of time between posts. But I will let you know how we get on. The boys are good at living anywhere, although this will be Zephyrs first proper house move. Echo has already moved house before and wasn’t fussed by the drama so hopefully this goes smoothly. Zephyr has stayed in numerous hotels and kennels etc in his life already so I can’t see him being too upset as long as we are with him.

So, a move to the Highlands. We can’t wait! I think it will give us more of this elusive work life balance people keep telling me about, which means more dog time. More adventures up hills and glens and all the pictures that brings with it. I think you are all going to like the pics I should get from up the hills. The move should give the boys a bit more freedom and fun. It’s going to be ace!


I tried to tell them we’d be moving and going on an adventure…you can just see the excitement in their faces here. They’ve really gotten on board with the move.

The bake off and the end of the sofa stand off.

I have a few friends, one in particular that has moved away to Kent that likes to watch the Great British Bake Off. In a bid to stay in touch with each other we try to tune in at the same time and we chat over whats app as the drama unfolds. It’s a nice way to keep in touch and watching something together over the distance makes it feel like she’s a little closer. Part of my Bake off routine is obviously to have a cup of tea, put my jammies on and snuggle up on the sofa for the hour and a bit it’s on. The dogs love this. There is usually a bit of sillyness as we try to get comfy:

But every week we settle down together (B is usually away at this point), and the three of us cuddle up to watch it:

Zephyr in particular likes to watch TV:


He always makes sure he has the prime spot in the living room for his viewing pleasure. It’s a shame the GBBO is finished with for this year. We’ll need to find something else to watch.

p.s I think I’ve stopped caring about the sofa…