What a day: only 5 to go to Tokyo.

Quinn and I had a hell of a day today - firstly, I couldn't find Iggy's school bag - easily sorted but making me grumpily grumpy far too early in the morning. We dropped Iggy off at school and then with a pocketful of plans we dropped into a packed Small Block cafe, and then moved our way down to Sugardough - nice hang out, Quinn and I had chatsies - it was looking like a fabulous day only vaguely tainted by the touchy beginnings.

We went to visit Paddy - not home; no matter. We headed for Duncan's and agreed to empty the pocketful of tasks and head to some BBQing down at Coburg Lakes - which is of course lovely - nicked home to pick up and then drop off a talking book for Lydia when shockingly Oscar our younger dog was sitting on the front door step and rushed to me whimpering as I stepped out of the car - I noticed his severe limp at the same time as I realised his head was wet, not with water but blood - quickly ushering him inside I realised that the gate must have swung open in the strong winds of today and he went adverturing, as he is wont to do. It seems that while adventuring Oscar has come across an aggressive and much larger dog who has attacked him from behind his head, causing head wounds and then as Oscar rolled over to submit to the bigger dog he was then attacked via his stomach.

I raced him to the vet after a settling quick chat to Hamish, the voice of reason in a crisis. Oscar now dwells at the vets until late this evening to make sure nothing yucky settles in and we are again severly out of pocket for our trip arrrrrrrrrrggggggghhh.

Well I was a little emotional to say the least - what a horrible experience and Quinn kept asking 'is Oscar going to die'?

Anyway, driving out of the vets and onto Bell Street this guy in a white hoodie, stubbie bottle in hand runs out into the middle of the road and I swerve to miss him - he is yelling hysterically and then runs back to the side of the road threatening cars with his beer bottle; sort of laughing and angry at the same time - poor fella I think he was drunk and quite unwell - as I was driving he continued to run on the road and then run back in and out of traffic travelling at 70 kms an hour! I rang the police concerned for his life and then went home - I've had enough today and am eating chocolate blogging and hiding in my loungeroom.