Lately my posts have been revolving round the new environment. I can't help it if my life has evolved into an endless cycle of laundry, meals and walking Rusty.
Yesterday Rusty dashed after a cat and broke free from his leash. He chased the terrified cat into some thick bushes completely inaccessible by me. It was quite a comical sight but there I stood, rooted to the ground, helpless and horrified that I may never see him again. I kept calling out his name and was about to summon SK for help when Rusty suddenly appeared before me, all excited and out of breath. I grabbed him and brought him home.
This morning, he got excited over something in the bushes again and was trying to squeeze in through the tight crevice. This time, I scooped him up immediately and carried him away. My neighbours must be wondering why Rusty is always being carried around. Imagine if he's a big dog! Oh yah, he made friends with a friendly female labrador who looks like Cookie. I think they'll get along well because she's such a gentle and sweet dog.
Last night's dinner was rice with watercress soup, chicken chop, braised leather jacket fish and some stir fried vegetable dishes. Good thing CH was able to come for dinner. Before I started cooking, I had anticipated more hassle-free one-pot dishes but now I realise that it's not that difficult to whip up few dishes afterall. I think we still enjoy our staples like rice and stir-fries. Some habits are hard to break.