My life, as the dog’s personal retriever
I feel like I missed all the excitement. What? There wasn’t any? There you go; I’m officially a senior citizen. I reflect on all that was and could have been, I look ahead to see a clear route, and meanwhile the day just takes care of itself. In a matter of hours, the hours have gone by.
Actually, I had one minor crisis, this afternoon. The dog has a large, fake bone that he loses on a regular basis. Behind furniture, for the main. And then he comes seeking assistance (some retriever you’ve turned out to be!). Noisy. Frenetic. Unable to forget about the object of his quest, and unable to help us. I commiserate, when this happens, confident that in a small house it will eventually turn up. And then I go back to my regular program.
Not him. He stayed on task, until finally I tired of all the rooting noise coming from around the bed. Sure enough, he’d “pitched” the ersatz bone in that dead space between the mattress and the wall, where it hung up on a bed rail. And that’s where I found it, after doing my best to stretch blindly and hope I didn’t discover any surprises.
So, the day wasn’t without success. Now, I wait for tomorrow.
I’m still deep into comparatives, using data sheets from the different manufacturers. Don’t assume you can simply say “I want to buy a power supply” or “I want to buy an antenna”. So many details, but I am renewing my knowledge base along the way. I probably won’t be ordering for months, but when the time comes, I’ll be an informed consumer.
