Squeaky cheese on sale
Funny what triggers a dog’s interest; this morning, just after dawn, the dog convinced me that he really, REALLY, needed me to open the door to the living room. And, without delay, open the curtains. Always ready to assist my four-pawed friend, I did so. He then stood and barked, intently… at a crow foraging beneath the seed dispenser. Face palm (because a muzzle paw is so difficult to duplicate).
Anyhow, my day started early. A quick taxi round trip to the plant (factory?), and then a leisurely meal of the usual cinn-buns, while completing my daily set of exercises. In Irish, not the other kind. It’s hard to explain (and harder to visualize, I imagine). On today’s list of things to do, we needed a strawberry cake. And poutine, since there was squeaky cheese on sale. Celebration of another year, for someone. I calculate things differently: we’ve been in the house for nine months and today we’re celebrating the birth of one of our children. Not THE birth; you can figure this one out.
I opted to stay safely at home, avoiding near occasions to shop in a large market, and took the time to tune and practice with my bow and fiddle. Bullseye! I’ve forgotten little (and improved less).
Not much else to tell you. We’re minutes away from that cake moment, and the dog is obstinately remaining outside, barking at something unseen (it’s dark outside). His day has turned into a circular pattern of sustained napping and barking, with neither serving to satisfy his basic needs. That’s a dog’s life.
