It's the laundry time again. I think I only mention laundry as in household chores over here, probably because it's the only thing I do. I don't do anything else. Now if shopping because a household chore restricted only to housewives, then I'd get married tomorrow and resign from my job with a really polite letter which would say, you cannot really blame me, and I thank you for your understanding. And I would expect them to understand. Who the hell wouldn't understand a reason like that? I haven't hit the shops yet, because they are mostly closed, and braving out the cold for just a couple of shops wasn't worth my time. My tartan blanket was calling. I'll try my best tomorrow.
My dog is menstruating, so my other dog is in an excited state, the kind of being in sheer glee and frustration all in one. It's a wonder he hasn't realised that no, sex is not on the agenda, after 5 years. My female dog (no she's no bitch) is so smart. She wants all the attention which my other dog lavishes on her the minute the menstruation begins, but of course she doesn't want to go through the gestating and the giving birth. She's so clever, she wants all the fun, but none of the pain. So there she lies like a goddess while her male companion does all the works, except for when the male companion decides that an hour of oral fun and foreplay is enough and would love to do the rest, it's then that my really nice female dog turns into an angry one. She is so smart, she doesn't even need contraception, she knows exactly what she's doing. Which is probably a very good thing, since I cannot imagine some ten puppies running around. Because I don't care that they would cost a hefty sum had I to sell, I still wouldn't sell. There seems to be something in this house that defies the law of copulation, the law of sexual fertilisation. I can understand the cats seeing they are all neatly neutered, but not the dogs, and not anybody else. So beware, if you're desperately trying to have a child, do not knock on my door for your own sake. It's a solid door which although has gone untested by laboriteries seems to be as good as every oral contraceptive, or not necessary oral. It's just as good. Seriously.
My dog is menstruating, so my other dog is in an excited state, the kind of being in sheer glee and frustration all in one. It's a wonder he hasn't realised that no, sex is not on the agenda, after 5 years. My female dog (no she's no bitch) is so smart. She wants all the attention which my other dog lavishes on her the minute the menstruation begins, but of course she doesn't want to go through the gestating and the giving birth. She's so clever, she wants all the fun, but none of the pain. So there she lies like a goddess while her male companion does all the works, except for when the male companion decides that an hour of oral fun and foreplay is enough and would love to do the rest, it's then that my really nice female dog turns into an angry one. She is so smart, she doesn't even need contraception, she knows exactly what she's doing. Which is probably a very good thing, since I cannot imagine some ten puppies running around. Because I don't care that they would cost a hefty sum had I to sell, I still wouldn't sell. There seems to be something in this house that defies the law of copulation, the law of sexual fertilisation. I can understand the cats seeing they are all neatly neutered, but not the dogs, and not anybody else. So beware, if you're desperately trying to have a child, do not knock on my door for your own sake. It's a solid door which although has gone untested by laboriteries seems to be as good as every oral contraceptive, or not necessary oral. It's just as good. Seriously.
