Falls on Hard Time

Spring is almost here, and that's a good thing.

According to my Herald, 2011 will be rather a rosy year, and that my company (not that I own it) will be fine and do quite well, that was the premonition for the year.

About a month ago my company directors started to really freak out, and started to cut down cost. Apparently they screwed up and we have no money.

Next thing we started to lose staff because they were let go.

We are officially short staffed, and I will not have any holiday for unforeseenable future. In the time like this my fish tank is like an oasis, so here are some picture of it. (I only have 4 left in it, it started with 6. The project is on-going, and that's what it makes challenging. R.I.P. dead ones.)

 And last night Figarion ate my phone.

One single puncture (almost.)

Life goes on, and all is well.

Happy Birthday Figazilla

Today's Figarion's 1st Birthday. This morning he ate my external floppy drive. That is all I have to say about that.

It has been quite foggy in the area I exist. This is what it looks like on my way to work.

If this doesn't tickle your Goth-y heart, then I don't know what does!?

And this guy is back, again this year. Looking pretty mighty in the foggy veil, eh?

HUG me.
(This guy belongs to this huge garden centre near motorway junction.)

 Not making it on time to work with all the Fig and fog. Better get off to sleep now...

and For the Record

Before this

or this,

This is what Figarion has achieved,

and he actually further ruined the rest of the black bit a few days later, of which I could not possibly bring myself to take a picture while screaming in dismay and despair.

I do love this pic though, with Wayee sitting in the mess looking as if she is meditating.

Today's Figarion

I came home tonight and found this on my floor.

There was a bit of a soft patch there for a while, and this morning my heel went through it, but that didn't pierce a hole.

Then I came to this. My dog now eats floor. Who EATS floor??????

Today's Disaster and Plus

Today, Figarion ate my lip balm, dental floss and two bottles of skin cream labels (he didn't quite manage to destroy bottles.)

And today I was announced to be granted a new (used) Mac.

All and all it's even.

My family. (As for now.)

Like Owner, Like Dog

Well, I am a known Ginger fetish. I know that sounds wrong and I obviously won't say that to ginger people's faces, but it seems to have been programmed in my DNA to like ginger guys. It's the force of nature, can't help it.

Anyway, I got home today and found Figarion ate one of my mixer ginger ales. Mixer cans are miniature version of pop cans, and are cost ineffective to buy, but are convenient when one is having a quick drink before bed.

Here is what my stupid dog did achieve today. (My sofa, where this work was carried out, was covered in a can of ginger ale, BTW.)

7 UP is the standard size.

This blog really is beconming the jornal of what he destroyed... I have so may other things I want to write, though...

Tomorrow is Waywee's birthday.

It is almost beautiful what he did.

OK, so just an update

I will strip the den floor soon, I think.

Today, Figarion ate half of my carpet.

I didn't know that carpet can be eaten.

Flappin' Hell

I got up this morning and found my Figarion (my new dog) destroyed the dog flap which did cost me fortune to install wen I replaced the back door some years back. Figarion has a habit of getting himself out of the house when he feels like it even when something is in front of the flap, blocking him from getting out. In many cases it's my baby Wayee (my original dog)  who is poking her head through the flap, looking out for any intruders in our garden. And Figarion just stretches himself between Wayee and the flap (which is, BTW, the size of a small hankie,) and gets out regardless, with Wayee's head locked in this tangle! This force must have done the damage, somehow, because now the hinge of the flap is broken off. Or maybe he just dashed it through too many time, like he is doing right now. (O, look at him go!) Anyway, it's broken and I have a hole in my back door. The flap was all functioning ok for over 7 yrs, and now this??

My, I might as well restart the blog by journaling what Figarion has broke and ate every day. It sure will make an interesting read, and sure to comfort other dog owners who have mischievous dogs, because mine certainly is more than a handful.

Wow, apparently I can just buy the replacement flaps, instead of replacing the whole thing. I'd better stock up then. It feels like the beginning of the endless game, me trapped in this vicious cycle of keep replacing the flap for, like, ever. My ball of joy Figarion will keep dominating my financial plans...

(Names of dogs have been altered for the purpose of cuteness.)

Wayee Baby xx

Figarion (Figs)