Jasper Rascal

More pics of the little monster as promised.

Here he is at about 7.5 weeks >

What a little angel, eh? Truth is I was holding a treat in my hand to keep him still. Seconds after gobbling his reward he took off to the back of the garden and launched himself into my ornamental grass ('japanese blood grass' just in case you're interested). Thankfully it seems to recover from his frequent bellyflop attacks pretty well, and I can't help but laugh every time he does it.

Oh and that's not his tail you can see, that multicoloured bit of rope, that's one of his many toys.

Unfortunately his favourite toy seems to be humans. Hands, feet, elbows, ankles, whatever part of you he can reach really. Try and play with him, he'll mouth you. Try to ignore him when he wants to play, he'll mouth you a little harder.
< Here he is at about 10 weeks in action on my hand. I was letting him mouth me because my boyfriend and I wanted to capture his 'bitey face' on camera.

What is the 'bitey face'? It's a crazed expression with wide eyes and lips snarled back to show his gums. It's the face he pulls as he stalks you, primed and ready to attack. My slippers are usually the prey. It makes trying to walk interesting at times.

What happened?

Yes, I've been away for ages haven't I. It's a fascinating story though: I was walking across the car park to my car one evening in the middle of May, when suddenly a space ship appeared, sucked me up in a laser beam and whisked me off to the other side of the galaxy.

Honestly, it really happened. I could draw you a picture of the aliens that held me captive and everything. Oh alright, I'm lying.

The truth is I committed the cardinal sin of bloggers, I forgot about my blog. General life, laziness, and a puppy took over my world. But I'm going to get a grip and struggle on.


Here he is, or was rather, at 6.5 weeks. Jasper - part Golden Retriever, part monster.

Looks cute doesn't he? He hadn't discovered the joys of biting at this age. He's 12 weeks old now. I'll show you another picture later.

So anyway, back to business: Laser eye surgery

Have I had it done? No.


Why?
Short version: It's a lot of money; I didn't want to give up my holiday time to recover from an operation; I really really want to write the novel that's been in my head since I was 16 and the thought of damaging my vision before I managed to complete this really scared me.

I had a consultation with my contact lens specialist recently and we're trying new lenses until we find ones that I can cope with. I owe it to myself, my health, my vision, my future as a novelist (ha!) to find a suitable alternative that doesn't involve such high risks.

I'm not saying never. I'm just saying not now.