One has to ask some very strange things in the job I have.

• The Great Escape

Hello there faithful fans of my fabulous feverish fantasies; sorry to have missed so many days blogging and got some of you a tad worried. Never fear Dr Johnson is here again and will endeavor to keep posting in spite of anything life can throw at him, me, whatever.
Last week Eddy had a friend visiting and they didn't close the front door properly. Ever vigilant for the chance of adventure I snuck out before anyone noticed the open door and went to explore the neighborhood. Ted spotted the door quite quickly and came after me but I had my freedom and was quite decided on exploration so I just ignored him. I got as far as the drainage ditch and thought I'd just mark my new territory with a little pee but I hadn't been for a while so it took a long time and I'm afraid that allowed Ted to catch up with me and put me back on the leash. Rats! Sweet freedom was short lived but much enjoyed. Ted said it's just as well we live in a quiet sub division rather than on the highway or I might have been flattened by an 18 wheeler.
Which brings me to the title of this blog entry; what is an 18 wheeler and should I care?