Daphne on the other hand, though getting bigger is still very lean and still has the little puppy face. I'm starting to think she'll always be my little girl.

They are getting better as their training progresses. There's no more accidents in the house and they do come when called. As you can see from the above pics they have even mastered sit. Still having issues with stay, shake hands and fetch though. Some things never change and they're still trying to kill each other whenever they have the chance.

and they also switch between devils and angels in the blink of an eye.

I was also asked to provide some action shots, so I hope these do the trick. You can really see the size difference in some of them.



Sylvester was being a bit funny yesterday too. Daphne has always been the one to demand attention and physical contact but yesterday it was Sylvester's turn. I was happily lying down on the deck chair when all of a sudden my little man muscled his way in. Not to be outdone Daphne joined in too.
De-Generator
Last week was the week of water disasters. This week it's the generators turn. Remember Dave the generator guy? Well we had to call him in again on Sunday as the little monster just refused to start. Not good really. Fortunately it's been really sunny so the solar batteries are fully charged anyway. Turns out it was a flat battery so he jumpered it and all was good. That is until he was about to leave and realised the fan belt was slipping again. We had to get another fan belt (the right size this time) and get him back yesterday. When the old one was taken off it's teeth had been completely stripped ... and it was only a week old. The kids are now enjoying playing with it anyway.
I do realise I haven't shown any pictures of the generator yet. That's mainly because it's a fair trek from the house in it's own little shed and I'm just lazy. Well, it is a little shed compared to the one next to it at any rate.

I can just hear the cogs turning over as to why the generator needs its own shed. This next picture may shed some light on that.

Just a baby really. At least it is for a boat engine anyway.
The dramas are not over yet either. It's now not talking properly to the inverter (this thingy on the wall out the back)
and won't start itself off automatically. Dave should be back again this afternoon to sort that out.
I'm beginning to think I should treat the equipment like the puppies and just spank it when it misbehaves. It works for the puppies.
I Am The FlatPack Furniture King
Look at what I've been up to. It's amazing what I can do with an allen key and a screwdriver now that I have my toolbelt.

I have my media wall. Was so happy to find out OfficeWorks do the CD towers as our nearest Ikea is in Brisbane.


The office furniture is also super sexy (almost as sexy as Mark even) though I am still waiting on my vlecro cable ties to arrive from eBay. I'm amazed the technology of velcro cable ties doesn't appear to have made its way to Cairns yet.

And just in case you were wondering what it was, this funky little device is what controls out satellite internet connection.
I have even put together a little TV stand in the gym so Mark can watch his Jane Fonda workout videos.
Speaking of Mark
He's using his gym equipment and even seems to enjoy it. Those titties are looking great too.
Jurassic Mozzie Revisited
We found out a little bit more about Jurassic Mozzie. While he is a mozzie, he doesn't suck blood. These monsters feed on other mozzie larvae. Guess I won't be splatting any more of those.
Junior was here
... and then he was gone. I'm now down to 71kgs. That's the lowest I have been in over two years.
WOOHOO!!!
Porn Star Puppy
I think Sylvester has something he needs to tell us.

Going Batty
We have a resident microbat. Mark has named him Elvis. Well it was just one until last night anyway and then Priscilla showed up. I'm not sure we didn't even have Lisa-Marie as well. We didn't take this picture as they're just way too fast. I had to google this one.

Apparently they feed off insects so Elvis and entourage are allowed around whenever they like.
Also on the wildlife front, we have a footlong skink that's setup residence in the shed (the big one) and scared the absolute living shit out of me the other day when it came charging out of the pile of boxes waiting to go to the tip. It took a moment to realise it had legs but by then it was too late as I'd already soiled my underwear.
2 comments:
What the hell is a skink dear?
Thats far too funny!!!! Sounds like more happens up there out of civilisation than being in civilisation
it's a lizard
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