Pwned by a spaniel

[lederhosen]

A couple of days ago I declared it to be Time To Clean Out The Library. One of the lovely things about getting a house with more bedrooms than we'd intended is that we can set aside an entire room to be 'the library'. Unfortunately, being next to the lounge room, it also ends up as the room where junk gets thrown when we need to tidy in a hurry, and even without the junk we have considerably more books than shelves.

After all, I love books, Rey loves books, da_norvegicus loves books. On top of that my parents passed on a fair chunk of their own collection when they moved, and Rey had also agreed to mind books for friends who went off to be missionaries in Mongolia or something and never did come back to claim them.* So we have at least three copies of Day of the Triffids, about as many illustrated Hobbits and LotRs, and so on. Plus a lot of books that nobody should own even one copy of, like The Satan Seller.

So I declared it time to cull. The only way to do this is by mimicking the human kidney: remove everything and then filter the keepers back in. To cut a long story short: library empty and clean, loungeroom full of teetering stacks of books. Humans taking a break to sit on the sofa and watch a movie, and then Dog-Or came by looking pathetic. He was trying to get over to the far side of the room and couldn't quite get there... under the card table? No, blocked by a laundry basket. Squeeze past the exercise machine? Not quite enough room. Indirect route via the few almost-clear aisles we'd left? Too much thinking required.

So he looked up at me with big doggy eyes, and my heart melted, and I got up to reposition the laundry basket so he could squeeze past... and WHOOMF. The very moment I was up, the treacherous son-of-a-bitch had grabbed my spot on the sofa and was looking at me with his best "I have always been here" expression.

Last time I feed HIM contraband bits of cheese.

*One of the latter is the Marijuana Growers' Guide. Many years ago, before I met Rey, the Sydney Morning Herald ran an article about parents of computer-adept kids or some such. This featured a big photo of Rey in front of her bookshelf, and one sharp-eyed reader wrote in to the paper's trivia columnist to point out this book. The columnist's reply was "Do you realise that's my daughter you're talking about?"

Comments

[freyaw.livejournal.com]

Bwaaahaahahahahaa!

Revenge of the Spaniel!

One of these days we must get around to doing the same to our books. However, I have already managed to cull my shoes, and that is enough for this week.

[notasquirrel.livejournal.com]

haa haa haa! dogg powur!