Nixon

Has left the building.

I went out for an hour, to have lunch with my friend Pete, who was up from Wanganui just for the day. I locked Nixon inside, closed all the doors to the bedrooms...made sure that all windows that were accessible to him were closed...and tried to have a nice lunch with a friend.

Came home an hour later, and Nixon is gone. Billy's bedroom door is open, so i am assuming he somehow - i have no idea how, managed to open Billy's bedroom door, and jump out Billy's bedroom window.

I have driven around looking for him for the past two hours. He. Is. Nowhere.

Add this to the 5 million word email from my mother, putting me down, putting the kids down, putting NIXON down, putting Nick down, putting Nick's family down, and just generally outright lying, in order to hurt me - and i have not had the best of days.

I am seriously considering putting her email on here - No one would believe it, unless they read it for themselves. O well - back to having no mum again. I went 5 years without speaking to her, until Christmas Day...it was peaceful. The only thing that has surprised me about this, is that it did not happen 6 weeks ago. Our most recent attempt at a relationship lasted about 6 weeks longer than i thought it would.

O well. Sh*t happens.

What am i going to do about Nixon? Ugh...that crazy dog does my head in. But i love him.