Watching the Dog

Watching the dog - just another name for procrastination. Perhaps I should just postpone the novel rewrite for a week, and allow myself this mucking around time without as much guilt. 

In the meantime, whilst I was at work this morning, my old english sheepdog, Simon, managed to help himself to the contents of a capsule orchard feeder / fertiliser. He loves plastic, but in chewing this, has managed to swallow the internal contents. The label on the capsule says - in both Portugese and English, ‘Not to be Allowed Near Children’ and ‘Must not be Consumed’. 

So, now I’m on dog watch (although he spends all day with me anyway) to make sure he hasn’t poisoned himself. He seems alright, although in dire need of a bath again, as you can see by the photo - taken too close up (because he won’t stay very well, while a camera is in his eyeshot). And yes, he can see me (and the camera) under there.