RIP Ben
Rest In Peace my man's best friend.
Rest In Peace my friend without bias.
Rest In Peace my littlest hobo.
Rest In Peace my guard at the bottom of the bed.
Rest In Peace my Ben.
My dog died this afternoon, ever since his tracheotomy—he's had great difficulty breathing, and some discomfort because of it, and frankly we thought he'd just become bored of it all. I'd been out most of the day, when I came back my father said he'd found him dead, in the place where he normally sleeps in the afternoon when nobody's here (well, obviously when we're there as we'd never see him, but only when we're rushing around getting ready to go out so he knew he has the place to himself).
Good-bye Ben, I hope you're happy and at peace my friend, I'll still wake up some mornings thinking you're there curled up at the bottom of the bed, sound asleep, but ready to bite if there's trouble.
Impressive spamming
It's rather impressive that spammers have suddenly begun referring to puffins when attempting to contact me.
Oh sawd it.
Ever have one of those moments were you strongly believe the universe is in dire need of a profanity such that it equals fuck^100?
Welcome to my world as of 5 minutes ago, and yet now all is calm.
Bloody computers.