Saturday, November 4th

It was fun! L (person who rents me house) and L (the wife of my supervisor - I am being told my abbreviations are confusing) and I left at 8.45 this morning for the dog show. We met the breeder of L's dog at her mobile home on the grounds of the dog show (which was in a casino building). We were allowed into the show ring with her, which meant I could mill in between all the dogs. The newfoundlands were sweet, one of them, a puppy did not want to go into the ring, he just sat down. Felt so sorry for him, his handler tried to pull him in and coax him - he had to give up any efforts. It's interesting to hear the dog talk. Apparently, if your dog has enough points it is not sportive to enter him into competition unnecesarily taking away points from dogs who still need them - but some people do not keep to that rule (and they are looked at and talked about, as are the people who breed too large dogs for the breed and are trying to earn quick money, they are frowned upon even more). I've decided my next dog will be an African hairless dog, really took to them.
We have come back with another cavalier king charles girl, S. We have her for a while because she is not showing for the breeder so we borrowed her. She is not feeling very at home yet, perhaps also because B keeps sticking his nose into her bum and doing other things male dogs will do when they have not met a female for a while. Actually, by now they are both frustrated.
I am trying to cook a curry to cheer L up because big dog has been given away, she left today, and L is very sad. Only my mother did not read her e-mail today with a plea to let me know how precisely to make the thing (not that I have not done it loads of times before now but I keep forgetting) + I seem to have bought coconut milk that is sweet, and the whole curry is tasting odd. I am letting it simmer now and hoping it will improve.
Tomorrow I seem to have been booked in for a bow and arrow shooting. L's boyfriend seems to think I need cheering up so he called L and said the three of us had a date for Sunday afternoon. I did not have the heart to say that I was looking forward to a Sunday on my own. I had wanted to go on a 1.5 hour run. I did say to L that I wanted to just keep it open whether i join them but now think I'll probably have to go. In fact I would want to, that's the stupid thing, as long as I can run beforehand. And I can do that, but then I can't work very much tomorrow. And I did not work that much this week - just did not feel like it + if you for once don't have an almost impossible deadline it is difficult to motivate self. I am not sure what my next deadline is, I think I could probably even take tomorrow off but I seem to find that difficult. Sometimes I wonder whether I did not work harder during the week when I did not know I had the weekend as well.
Bsweet got back well and is confirming my hypothesis that being left behind is worse. He sounds a lot less like he is missing me than I am. I am glad about that.
Whoever is thinking about buying a ST Bernard by the way, don't, they slobber terribly!