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Took the dog for a walk on Sunday. He desperately needed to get out of the house. Strolled through town, just ambling wherever. Then I went to Te Papa. Dogs aren't allowed int here apparently.

Some fantastic works of art in the Toi Te Papa section, which is a permanent (altered yearly) exhibit of New Zealand art. I just wanted to take some of them home! The guard said I couldn't though. Still, I wouldn't have room for a lot of the best ones, especially not 'Clouds'.

Boundary lines

The dog got into work the other day. He'd been nosing around the door when I wasn't busy, and on Thursday, when I was tired and grumpy, he pushed his way in.

It's always difficult to know what kind of policy one should have regarding boundaries. Should I tell the dog, no absolutely no coming in here, whether that here is work, home, or wherever? It'll get determined to get in, it doesn't like being pushed away. When it gets in, it'll know that your rules don't apply; you can tell it to stay out, but it know's that's just words, not facts. Or do you let it in, and let it make itself at home?

Well, either way it's in now. It gets a little corner of work, and it knows it won't get attention when I'm busy. It's when I'm not busy that's the problem.