491 and Puking Dogs versus puking Children

Bloggers can be as self effacing as Mother Theresa when it comes to their readers, but generally the truth remains that we all are quite flattered when we notice our readership avatars increasing in number.

My followers now number a smidgen over 490. Of course only a fraction of these characters actually call in regularly to read the exploits of an over-the-hill poultry owner, but I am shallow enough to be giddy as a kipper when I finally reach my 500th follower?

I guess that we all need to be listened to in this strange game of life .

And bloggers being for the most part more mature than your average computer geek means that we are perhaps just that little more attentive to each other .

Generally it is a medium of good manners

(I DID say generally Thomas)

Anyhow today's post is a kind of thankful one.

Last night around 5am I was woken by some heavy breathing and the sound of retching.

It was George, who in Chris' absence had sneaked up to rest his head on the pillows.

A quick retch

A brief throw up of something unimanagable 

A smack of the lips and then back to sleep

Dogs are so much easier than children.

No wailing

No tears

No need for soothing words and a washing up bowl splashed liberally with dettol.

Just a brief pat on the head

And the disguesting job of cleaning up that corner of the duvet

When you finally wake up properly three hours later!
Oh and yes you can leave them unsupervised in a cold kitchen for a couple of hours if the need arises