A brace of silly mutts
Meeting someone new can be fun. Especially, it seems, for our dog. I arrived back from a prior engagement, and found new faces in the kitchen.
The one that caught my attention was the visitor-dog. Very similar, physically; I took the wrong dog by the collar, not once, but twice. A brace of silly mutts. Roaming from room to room, and I’d already missed the scene where they explored the back yard at high speed before coming back inside. That’s twice this week that our dog was off the lead.
The idea of “getting” another dog surfaces from time to time. I don’t “get it”, obviously. The winter might be good times, but the limitations on travel during the snow-free period, not so much. There are many who live to smash car windows and set the panting parties free…
This was a day where schedules meshed poorly. We had gone to the restaurant for a community breakfast, but my timetable didn’t allow me the time to order, much less eat. I had to be elsewhere. And that meeting, once over, saw me home without a plan. I suggested other restaurants we could try, but supper came down to me opening a can of black beans and trying a new variation on salad. Very good, actually. Probably a “healthy choice”. I try to follow nutritional rules, but there’s not much variation possible in a market system where the only things you can buy fill the traditional ideas of a “good meal”. Three varieties of meats, some fish, a few variations on the vegetable sides. Done, digest, start over the next day.
