TOUTOU

Mr Francais, master of the poorly thought out idea, lived up to his reputation this weekend and decided the best way to repair the most recent bout of relationship strain was to get a puppy. I didn't really have the energy to argue the point but wasn't really expecting that we'd find a suitable canine candidate so was happy just to wander around and look at fluffy things...until I met my canine kryptonite; a cocker spaniel.  Well, there's zero preparation in the apartment, shoes and cables and dvds lying about as we leave the house with no intention of getting a dog...and come back a lot poorer with an armful of canine...(well, I'm poorer at any rate, somehow I ended up paying for all of this).

To be honest though, I could do with the company (and the exercise).