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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218142014158511331.post-37950277775125065952008-06-18T15:07:00.009+01:002008-06-21T09:32:44.738+01:00Back to Cack<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BhYF5g74Qak/SFoZS-yGR5I/AAAAAAAAAu0/dDfny1T2KJ8/s1600-h/DSCF0013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BhYF5g74Qak/SFoZS-yGR5I/AAAAAAAAAu0/dDfny1T2KJ8/s400/DSCF0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213507332516235154" border="0" /></a>Firstly, thank you for your exceedingly nice comments on the previous whinge-fest post. They really .. really cheered me up. You're a very astute lot you know. The cold is almost gone which is a shame really as I quite like a late night Lemsip. The back is still irksome. Now, the trouble with a stiff back is that everything suddenly seems ridiculously low. The washing machine, the oven, the floor. But the lowest of the lowest are the dogs. When I went to the rescue home on that fateful day, I should have been sensible and brought home leggy dogs. Dogs you can harness up without bending. But I could bend and swoop then without thinking about it. Always could until last week. Instead of sensible dogs, I bought doglets, who require their owners to bend double in order to cater to their every whim. Teabag is not too much of a problem because she's very springy. She can leap up onto virtually anything and I can hook up her lead - no problem. However, Stout Peggy is lacking in the spring department. She can just about manage to get up onto the sofa or bed, so I have to cunningly hide her lead (under cushion) to save going through the rigmarole of trying to hoist her out of her hiding places. (I think she may have a touch of the agrophobias) So far so good. But, and there's always a butt when it comes to dogs. There's the problem of picking up their butt stuff when out. The least painful way is to crouch down or actually get on my knees but I'm aware that can look a bit odd in public. It could seem like I'm not so much Pooper Scooping as Pooper Perving. I'm considering borrowing my mother's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Grabber-Reachers-Folding-Pickup-locking/dp/B0002VUQPG">Handy Grabber </a>(although I don't think 'borrow' is strictly the correct term). Or maybe growing longer arms. Or shorter legs. Or even a new back. *********************************************************** Postscript. Since drafting this post, the back has miraculously improved. I think it may have something to do with last night's wine. In fact I'm pretty sure of it! My mother's Handy Grabber is safe for the moment.Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08147122748453850264noreply@blogger.com