Why yes, yes I do.
Right beside me on the floor, peacefully dozing. He has done his job for the day.
He got me up at 5:42A.
No, he wasn’t hungry, although we went through the motions. The dog has developed a discriminating palate in his older years (as opposed to the early ones, where if something was on the floor or ground, it must be edible) and it is now difficult to convince him that his regular food is not poison.
So yeah, I caved and bought a new bag of food, which he will eat–as long as I pretend it’s a treat and scatter some on the floor. What to do with the old food in storage outside? Hmm.
I’m hoping it’s more about the antibiotics he’s on in regards to his appetite. I also wish dogs understood summer vacation.
He met his first rabbit in SB, for Bun needed care, too. They actually nosed and sniffed each other through the cage several times, which was amusing. When Harley would finally bark, Bun would dive for the other side of the hutch which was enclosed on three sides. The funniest thing was when Harley would search exterior of the hutch on that side for the bunny to reappear.
Who knew that rabbits did magic on their own?
Harley jumped up to the wall behind the hutch and above and made sure Bun had really truly disappeared. It was a trick, but how…?
Writing? Not so much. I’m slogging through this as though it’s the middle and not the beginning. Again. Wish I had a magic trick up my sleeve for making words appear on the page. Or, maybe, for gluing my butt in the chair and not avoiding the hard stuff.
I think I will try a G+ hangout this morning and see who, if anyone shows up to write.
ETA: So the Slug has found a new way to torture me on FB. Little announcements like these (while disguised as complaints about the length of her work day) do the trick nicely: “On the upside I made some serious OT, worked 3 fires, used drip torches to do a burnout, and got some great fire experience.”
This is not what a mom wants to hear. I do not know what drip torches are, but based on the fact that they apparently allow one to play with fire, I am not as thrilled as she is. All the years I spent teaching her to stay away from fire is wasted.
Where is that monsoon summer I requested for the Tacoma area?