The truth about cats and... robotic dogs
It was my birthday last week and, interspersed with bouts of illness, drunkenness and job-interview-ness, I found time to unwrap my presents.
My wife cleverly bought me a 1/4 scale K9 from TV's popular Dr Who show (I'm off to the press premiere next week - coo, the excitement!). I thought it was only fair to introduce him to the house's other 1/4 scale animal, Heidi. She's also been suffering a bit of fur damage the last few weeks (trips to the vet have as yet yielded neither cause nor cure). I don't think she was overly impressed with her new tin chum.
I also got a toaster (as it turns out, K9 doesn't come complete with a grill setting) and various books and DVDs. Lovely stuff. Hmm... perhaps I should add my Amazon wish list to the "vanity" links on this blog?
My wife cleverly bought me a 1/4 scale K9 from TV's popular Dr Who show (I'm off to the press premiere next week - coo, the excitement!). I thought it was only fair to introduce him to the house's other 1/4 scale animal, Heidi. She's also been suffering a bit of fur damage the last few weeks (trips to the vet have as yet yielded neither cause nor cure). I don't think she was overly impressed with her new tin chum.
I also got a toaster (as it turns out, K9 doesn't come complete with a grill setting) and various books and DVDs. Lovely stuff. Hmm... perhaps I should add my Amazon wish list to the "vanity" links on this blog?


