Out of Time
My blog is like Out of Time - the first R.E.M. Album - always playing Catch-Up...
(EDIT: That should have been my first R.E.M. album. Oh well, I'll just blame it on the multitude of psychotropic meds I am taking).
Tuesday, and Lisa came over. She was supposed to have arrived at 3, then 4 and then finally at 6.
In the meantimes Doug telephoned. He has torn his hand open on a certain doggie's teeth and had been to the doctor's for a Tetanus injection. He let Freddie the dog sniff the damage. 'She didn't manage to lick it any better though. There's anti-septic in animal saliva, you know.'
Doug had once let their old but now deceased dog: Caspar - a warrior of a German Shepherd by all accounts - administer surgical treatment and he managed to cure his master's injured toe. And they don't allow dogs into medical school. Pity.
(EDIT: That should have been my first R.E.M. album. Oh well, I'll just blame it on the multitude of psychotropic meds I am taking).
Tuesday, and Lisa came over. She was supposed to have arrived at 3, then 4 and then finally at 6.
In the meantimes Doug telephoned. He has torn his hand open on a certain doggie's teeth and had been to the doctor's for a Tetanus injection. He let Freddie the dog sniff the damage. 'She didn't manage to lick it any better though. There's anti-septic in animal saliva, you know.'
Doug had once let their old but now deceased dog: Caspar - a warrior of a German Shepherd by all accounts - administer surgical treatment and he managed to cure his master's injured toe. And they don't allow dogs into medical school. Pity.
posted by Louise at 6:29 pm
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