Chloe is fussy about most things, and will put on a bit of a turn if she’s ignored (i.e go and sit out in the rain for hours deliberately), and it can be hard to get her to eat sometimes. Whilst Fergus will wolf down sultanas and anything else we throw at him around breakfast time, she refuses it all. We thought she just wasn’t hungry first thing – and then WE STARTED TOSSING HER PIECES OF SMOKED PIGS EAR. She just couldn’t get enough of it. They’re about $1 each, but one will last the two dogs about 3 days if you ration it. I seem to have gotten over my initial distaste for it all, and happily saw through them with a serrated blade (they’re pretty tough) and dispense as necessary. Speaking of Chloe’s, my sister M.C had a christening last weekend, which I presume was a bow to some family beliefs, so we all got to hear a wonderful lawyer-priest fellow cracking jokes about Carlton-Collingwood and watch him plaster extra virgin, cold pressed, east-side-of-the-hill olive oil all over my niece. The after party was a white-wine and casserole affair that was thoroughly pleasant, and meant we could pass on dinner – and play some WoW before the last episode of Bleakhouse. What do we do on Sunday night’s now? Actually, I know what we’ll do – we’ll progressively watch the Dickens 8xDVD box set we bought last week from the ABC shop – we’ll sneer at the baddies and rejoice in the good moral folks triumphing yet again. It’ll be great. To finish off, here’s a snapshot of the message that urinator’s face between their feet when at the Telstra Dome nowdays. I didn’t know you could sponsor a stainless steel trough within the toilets, but it’s all fair game nowdays it seems. Getting this shot took some stealth I can tell you – being caught using a camera phone in a toilet carries the risk of nasty beatings. 