Compostable Kate

I spent all of 2011 trying to get used to the fact my Dad was no longer around, having died suddenly in November 2010. It’s taken a lot of getting used to, and although I’m not altogether resolved to it, I don’t seem to be constantly reminding myself of his absence.  It’s been a long time since I lost a family member, and I definitely wasn’t prepared for Dad to go, even though he’d been ill for a number of years. He was only 65, after all. Dad and Alex, not long before Dad died. They got on extremely well!  Although I was literally incoherent with grief – after being bizarrely calm while my poor brother Damian was breaking the news to me – my awesome friends, Karen and Steve, came and collected me and my furkids, and looked after me for several days while I processed the news. As Dad lived in the UK, and I am in Australia, I couldn’t be there for my family, and I wasn’t able to attend his funeral. However, I was in constant touch with my siblings, and my Mum (who w...

I'm looking after Mack again for a few days.  I first looked after him when he was about 6 months old, and he just about got the better of me then.  He peed on every last mat, rug or bed - multiple times - including his own.  He would do it just after he'd weed outside.  To me, it seemed deliberate.  He'd wait until I took my eye off him, and then pee on Dexter's bed (again).  I've never done so much laundry in such a short time, or been so angry with a dog.  Six months on, he hasn't peed on anything at all inside, although I still watch him with some suspicion when he's sniffing about.  However, he's replaced peeing on Dexter's things to humping Dexter, or if not humping, stealing his toys.  When he leaves Dexter alone, it's usually only to bother the cat.  Mack seems to think this is the best fun he's ever had.  Dexter, on the other hand, has become quite aggressive towards Mack, especially over toys.  Mr D's had to have hi...