Is that there are two closed doors between Nixon and I and the teenage girls in my living room. haha They are actually very good. They will occupy themselves for the next 24 hours and Nixon and i will get to do our own thing.
I'm a bit concerned though. See, Dan told me that there is a house up at the top of my street that is a private brothel...and that there is something dodgy going on up there. I have often wondered if there was a crack house or something around that area because there always seemed to be lots of cars around with people just sitting and waiting in them. I guess, now, i know how to recognise suspicious behaviour, like i never have before. To most people there would be nothing odd about two guys sitting in a car on the side of the road ...just waiting. To me that screams out drug deal...
Crackheads never want to meet new people, and never want anyone to know where they live. If you go somewhere to buy crack, and you have friends with you...it is quite normal to have to leave those friends in the car waiting for an extended period of time, having left them far enough down the street for them not to be able to tell which house you went in to.
There are ALWAYS cars with people waiting in them ....dodgy looking people...in my street. I was not surprised to hear that this particular house in my street is a brothel. I have been keeping an eye out for Dan when i go for my walks etc for a particular thing...it's handy having Nixon now for walks too....because no matter what you look like or who you are, a crackhead waiting in a car for his friend to do a deal will always think anyone walking past ...is a cop. Having a dog to walk makes my inspector gadget status, less obvious.
Anyway...that is not the concern. I have decided that i should not have pointed this house out to the girls and told them what it was. They talk about it, and look in there every time we drive past, and now Jorgia's friends are going to go home, having learned a new word. Oh dear. Jorgia took great care to explain exactly what a brothel is to her friends...oh my.
We stopped at the supermarket to do some treat shopping for the girls and had to leave Nixon in the car for a few minutes. That is the first time i have left him in the car alone. Someone told me that dogs have no sense of time...5 minutes is the same as a million years to him. I hated leaving him in the car. I felt like he would be scared that he was going back to his previous life of spending 16 hours a day in the car.
He seems OK though. He is crashed out at the bottom of my bed. I wonder where his name tag that i had gotten engraved with his name is. I love Nixon so much. It feels so good to have been able to just spend the weekend with my kids and Nixon.
I am going to make pizzas for the girls, then bake my world famous chocolate chip cookies, and then hopefully have an early night. I am buggered. Next weekend, I have my friend Marcus, up staying with me from Wellington. It's been nearly a year since i have seen him. I was miserable when i saw him last...i can't wait for him to see me happy again.