One of the most difficult things for me as a parent is to keep calm when Dylan goes to a club with his friends. I try very hard not to give him the third degree, but I'm afraid I can make Devi from Carte Blance look tame. I need to know where he is going, with whom is he going, is he going to drink, how much does he think he is going to drink, does he know he can't have more than one beer if he is going to drive home, promise he will phone me to fetch him if he has more than one beer.
But I do this because I love him, and I want to protect him.
On Saturday Dylan and I were home alone. We were watching a program on TV when the Pepsi ad aired showing the 3 guys crowd surfing towards the Pepsi fridge.
"We did that last night" Dylan says, pointing at the TV
"That's rather dangerous." I say, thinking how they could possibly fit so many people into the club....
"There weren't too many people there." Dylan explains
"That's even more dangerous, what if they dropped you?"
"Nah, we took one guy and three of us carried him lying down above us, round the club.....crowd surfing"
This after they had '1' beer...... I have no words........
Goldfish with Fin
Sharks in my Fish Tank
Monday, November 5, 2012
Whatsis name.....
Today is 5 November. Guy Fawkes Day.
Last year my two dogs were frightened beyond belief by the fireworks in our suburb. The fox terrier started climbing through the bedroom windows, pulling himself through the burglar bars. The Chow was hyperventilating.
This year, I decided to ask our vet for medicine which would sedate the dogs so that the fireworks would not affect them too badly. At 18h30 this evening, I measured just less than a capsule of the drug, mixed it with cheese and fed it to them. By 19h00 I could see that it was taking effect - they were calm and just wanted to sleep - but I was worried that they would stumble into the swimming pool.
Dylan said that they couldn't fall into the pool. I still have nightmares about our beautiful black labrador puppy that drowned while we were on holiday four years ago.
"Oh, yeah" Dylan says" I remember him.... What was his name? Mbeki, Zuma...."
"Nelson, Dylan. The puppy's name was Nelson."
Last year my two dogs were frightened beyond belief by the fireworks in our suburb. The fox terrier started climbing through the bedroom windows, pulling himself through the burglar bars. The Chow was hyperventilating.
This year, I decided to ask our vet for medicine which would sedate the dogs so that the fireworks would not affect them too badly. At 18h30 this evening, I measured just less than a capsule of the drug, mixed it with cheese and fed it to them. By 19h00 I could see that it was taking effect - they were calm and just wanted to sleep - but I was worried that they would stumble into the swimming pool.
Dylan said that they couldn't fall into the pool. I still have nightmares about our beautiful black labrador puppy that drowned while we were on holiday four years ago.
"Oh, yeah" Dylan says" I remember him.... What was his name? Mbeki, Zuma...."
"Nelson, Dylan. The puppy's name was Nelson."
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