Dismay for the dog
This is a food confession. Left to my own resources, I cracked open the can-with-a-key. I’m now enjoying some cheese with mystery meat, and the dog is jealous (obviously).
My preferred genealogy software just upgraded. I had paid for this, several years back, but the coders were cautious. Glacially. My data has been run through the “grinder” and things look… OK. I’m also cautious, so I’ll operate with parallel versions for the next little while. Once I’m confident, the new will replace the old.
Having an anonymous house guest went by without incident, and my faith in the human race has been restored. Introverts don’t throw open the doors to the castle easily.
I’ve added jugs of plumbing antifreeze to my wish list. There’s one gallon remaining from last season, but I’ll lay in another couple of jugs, just because. We’re not calling winter in just yet, but I’m watching the probs. Don’t want to get caught out by a sudden freeze.
Earlier this afternoon, the dog paid attention to an unguarded door and went off to explore (briefly). We suspected that there were other barkers, next door, and the dog went straight over to confirm things. Now, he’s remaining close-jowled about what he actually learned, but he seemed non-plussed by the cages. He doesn’t understand such things (despite moments in his youth). I’ll have to sit down and explain that some dogs need to be kept away from danger. A kennel is secure. Safe. And no, we have not decided to treat him in a similar fashion. Unless he goes wandering, again.
