This is a long story that I’ll try to make short. That’s because I’m supposed to be practising some dancing. We’ve decided to participate in a Pro-Am “Competition” at the end of April. It was bad enough trying to get the one open Cha-Cha routine to come together. But imagine now, 12 closed and 12 open routines danced in 2 age categories. Yeah, that’s right — 48 dances. WTF? Anyway, I have strict instructions to practise the routines while The Girl is gone.

So I’m just going through the channels on the TV to make sure that there’s nothing with nudity, violence, or coarse language playing that I’ll miss when I go to practise our routines in front of the birds (Polly counts out the music for me) when the doorbell rings. Another WTF. We live in the middle of nowhere. Our neighbours are all busy avoiding us and/or selling their houses to get away from us. Who could this possibly be. Good thing I’m half dressed.

I put down my piece of KFC (it was a drumstick I think), wipe my paw on myself and head to the door.

It’s our neighbour (Y) from the other street. Nice guy, but never knows when his visit is over and he should leave (so I just feed him wine until he gets hammered). And he has his German Shepherd with him.

He hasn’t brought his dog around since last year when his wife accused The Girl and him of cheating on her with each other…

But I’m getting tired of typing now. I’ve posted much today and with the daylight savings time change, I’ve got to get ready for bed. That’s important on a Sunday night — need to make sure I work on the correct teeth tomorrow.

More later.

Guess I won’t be practising any dancing today after all.