While I was assured that Destin simply loved, loved, loved being brushed ( remember, we are talking about long hair dog). Destin loathes, loathes, loathes being brushed.

I have been brushing long haired dogs since 1982. Oddly enough, they often have very sensitive skin. I have four or five different kinds of dog brushes.

Destin loathes being brushed.

So, I called The Boy in for help. Not brushing Destin is simply not an option.

So, we tried that positive reward business from the puppy class.

Nada.

What worked in the end was The Boy singing as we brushed Destin.

Destin seems to be very fond of Bob Marley.

If it works, use it.

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Or is it ?

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Oh well, so is Eurotrash.

Last week, James gave me back my random image plugin. That’s that thing on the right side of the page.

I have missed many hours of sleep going over the old posts.

Some I missed very much, where is that sucker ? And so, I have a new category that is simply called *vanity*.

And here is the first one that I spent too much time looking for :

Birds

I suppose that some people might wonder why I am no longer linking to my *friends* ( I must say, I seem to collect different versions of the name *Karen*- anyone have the link to *Rise* ?).

It is simply that at this point, I do not want any search engines to find our kitchen.

The site is 8 years old, and has gone through many avatars. Blogger, MT, WP. Twice in the last 3 years, I have lost everything.

A man named James managed to bring my kitchen back to me, all of the memories, the photos. One cannot believe how much it hurt me to loose my kitchen. Sure, I had backups, but in the end, that is simply a very long list of text, not the whole *picture*.

And 8 years ago, the children were 2, 6 and 8.

Now they are old enough to enjoy the site, but want their privacy. Which means that almost 3000 posts, 9000 comments and all photos have to be edited.

Uh, rather daunting, for as well as editing, none of the photos are in the format that I prefer.

Wish me luck !

One day, I really want Google to find our Duit.

I had planned on doing a number of things this past weekend.

Like make sure that all of the *Easter Bunny* things were arranged ( that was planned for Saturday).

And on Sunday, start clearing out the garden, you know, dig up weeds, take away the leaves I had covered the Camellias with, to protect them from what turned out to be a very, very cold winter here.

What was accomplished ? Nada.

On Saturday, The Father, The Girl and The Baby took the dogs to visit Oma and Opa. They used one of *the Company’s * vans. I really did not feel like getting up , once more, at 6am, to tend to children and dogs and do the shopping for the day and then be dumped in a very good place to do Easter Bunny shopping.

Nope. Shoot me. I simply wanted to lie in my nice, warm bed, until sometime after 9am.

So, the *Easter Bunny* business is not solved.

So, on Sunday, I had planned to work on the garden with The Baby, work on sewing up The Boy’s new ( jeepers, I loathe French) duvet and cleaning out one of the fish tanks.

What I ended up doing was spending two hours talking with The Girl and 4 hours trying to fix The Father’s laptop.

I simply do not understand why people in this home think that I can fix a computer. I suppose that it is a case of in the kingdom of the blind, the one eyed woman is Queen.

But my 2 hour chat with The Girl was so very funny ! I felt just like Billy Crystal in Analyze That, where he is the shrink for Mob Boss Robert Di Niro.

You know, so, how do you feel about that ? Non answers all the way. I do not want to give any opinion about The Boyfriend, for he basically has always been very polite to me.

The Girl, though, is simply appalled. According to The Boyfriend, he has a bad heart. Could be, what do I know ? On Saturday, he went to the Big City with an old friend of his ( female) and got a Tattoo. It is a bullet, right above his heart. The Girl at first thought thought that it was one of those sticker things and poked it. Ouch ! And then she told him that it looked like he had a third nipple.

Gosh, how she and I laughed about that comment !

Now, however, she is very upset about his Tattoo, saying that it makes him look like a thug. Oh, really, said Billy Crystal.

She certainly is having second thoughts about The Boy Friend, but I simply try to remain neutral, oh, and how does that make you feel ?

In essence, she feels that was once her best friend has made her a *Trophy*.

I am staying out of this. The Girl knows what she wants and in the end, it is not The Boyfriend.

But that is a choice that she has to make, not Mommy Dearest.

Yup, I know, don’t you just want to puke , all of these puppy pictures !