Is it a good idea to blog when you're drinking?

Two beers down. Someone in the office in this incredibly "dry" country called Dubai was kind. Should I speak my mind? It's always proven to be a huge mistake in the past! Ginger had a feast of Australian mutton this evening. He's been on cat food and behaved like a starving child when I placed his bowl full of good old red meat in front of him. Anyone who saw him gulping and chomping would have been tempted to report me to the SPCA at once. Which brings me to the horror of what's happening to Dubai dog owners. They've changed the rules again. There's a new list of "dangerous" dogs and if you own one, you absolutely can't have them in an apartment. If you're lucky enough to live in a villa, you can only have one such "dangerous" dog in the house. Pet owners are in a quandry and so am I. Why would they do this? Nobody's been hurt. The only people who are hurting, who've been bitten in the ass by this doggone law are the poor people who reported in to 7 days that they owned two of the "currently" termed "dangerous" dogs and didn't know what the hell they were supposed to do. Separating the dogs or giving one of them up would be cruel, unthinkable, mean and downright nasty for the families and the canines in question. It's positively heartbreaking and unfair. Perhaps I'm blogging when I'm drinking, but this is one issue that I will feel the same way about, sober or otherwise.

I'm positively positive at the moment

Life is looking up. This could well be in direct proportion to an urgent desire to get off my butt and stop whining. Important decisions that have already been made include: Ginger will be given the chance at a good life, that he deserves, he will not be put down. I will focus a little more on being organised. And annoyances at work will stop getting to me this instant. Perhaps I just need to grow up. I've been prescribed anti-depressants and I refuse to take them. Simply because I've got to give myself a chance to get over that mind-numbing fear of defeat before I even take my first steps into battle. Sure, sure, it's easy to go on the medication and then blame it all on my mental state of mind. Allow me to inject myself with a little bit of reality and realise that to date, no steps have been taken to do the things I have to do. As you can see, I'm rambling again. The one and only person I'd really like to meet again in Dubai is a girl called Sunny? Sonny? Never asked how her name is spelt. She was our guide/dune bashing driver on a half day desert safari and a really cool woman in my book. This could have something to do with my zero knowledge of driving a car. Or it could simply mean that I'm starting to admire the people who deserve to be admired. I hope it's the latter.