Saturday 14 March 2009

How much is that doggy in the window?

Warning: Blog contains a disturbing photo. This cruelty must stop, donations requested.

I was out shopping in the city with mum (on a mission to buy two cork hats) and I spotted something familiar in one of the shop windows...



It was sooooo sad, I just wanted to buy all three of them (two of them are only little children!!) and give them to a good home (at least Patches lived on the beach, at the sunset markets surrounded by lovely people)... ooooh actually, it could be the same people at this shop but they just take Patches there every Thursday for the market hoping for a sale...

I think this ended up being the same shop I bought my hat... so I probably didn't help the situation and should have boycotted the shop. I should then have set up a picket line and demanded freedom for all of Patches relatives... maybe tomorrow.

Other than that, Mr Tickle has been lazy and has not been exercising. It has been raining a lot today. I went out with dad and helped him take some garden waste to the tip and we went to the Oriental Emporium for some supplies. Lots of cross stitching was done, I caught up on most of my emails and delved into an area I thought I wouldn't have to for a while: more travel consulting - I am organising my parents trip to Sale for my brother's graduation in July (I thought I'd get in there early and book the accommodation because if the whole class is graduating then there will be a high demand for it and the nice places will go quickly!). The hard part is finding tourist things for them to do, not that there is a lack of things to see and do, but they don't want to hire a car. It's a country town (actually I think it's a city) and most of the things to see would require a car, but I think I can get them to the beach and back and maybe to a neighbouring town, Bairnsdale, but I don't know what there is for them to do there... the search continues.

Also, I just had a brilliant idea for something to do in Melbourne... *muahahaha* (think: evil laugh).

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