My brother drives me mad. In a good way for the most part. Since he arrived back in Hogtown from the Wet Coast, he has helped me organize my house. Left to my own devices, stuff will get scattered wherever PJ or I tend to leave it.

My brother is a little more methodical, and he has taken all of the assorted bits and helped put it all away. The unfortunate part is, sometimes I don’t know the place where my stuff has gone, and I have to rifle through all kinds of things to find the one item I am searching for.

Most critically, I haven’t been able to find the postal scale for a few weeks. I have been trying to keep track of Barney’s growth. Before Christmas and my trip to Aruba, Barney was gaining about 100 grams per week. I was just aching to find out how much the wee bugger weighed, and I didn’t have the means to do it.

The bathroom scale doesn’t quite cut it. It only weighs to the nearest half pound, and when you’re measuring in finer increments than that, you’re kinda lost. Luckily, the postal scale has resurfaced, and Barney is right on track. He has broken the 2 kg mark by 200 grams, and is well on the way to 2.3 kilos in the coming week or so. He’s just one ounce shy of 5 pounds for you imperial measurement lovers.

Not bad for what Sherry refers to as a “barking rat.” If she ever visits, I’ll sic Barney on her. When the throaty growl of a fearsome chihuahua reaches her ear …… oh never mind.