It seems my inspiration is currently the victim of some minor dryspell, which could work as an excuse for the most rescent posts here on my blog. The studies are over for this semester and I'm trying to get in to some kind of holiday mood. Not that easy asI have to run in and out of different banks and offices begging for a loan so I can buy a place for me and my daughter. Yesterday my last hope turned us down, but luckily my application for a familyflat with the University came through at the same time, so we at least have somewhere to live. Actually we don't mind at all to stay there, except for the very simple reason that we can't bring our dog with us! This is not at all what I had in mind when we got her last year, but never in my wildest imagination did I see this one coming. What we have to do now is to try to find someone who would be interested in looking after her while I finish my eduacation.
Talking about dogs; last weekend or maybe a week earlier, I went to a little barbeque with some friends. The hosts were a couple I've known for years, with quite a large family consisting of four children, a horse, a large dog and no lesser than eight cats. (Actually has the issue of the number of cats been discussed quite intensly in their house, but that is not important for this little story.) Anyway, this is otherwise a welcoming family, so for the night of the barbeque they had an extra houseguest. The daughters were dog-sitting a little chihuahua that belonged to a neighbour. This neighbour has been on the frontpages more than once during the last few weeks, and she is a perfect example what can happen when someone has too much money, too little common sense and absolutely no taste. In a very good article in BT all this is put in excellent words. So what about this little dog Chico then? Not much really, but he is far more well behaved than his owner, and he didn't bark up the wrong tree that evening. Come to think of it, we didn't see much of him at all.
This also reminds me that I soon have to thank my friends for a wonderful party, and I must ask them how on earth they got the chickenthighs so tender and succulent on the barbie...
