Not a lot of big thoughts for me this week. I have a class that I’m taking, and am woefully behind on a project. A project that I badly misunderestimated how much work it would take to complete. Keep in mind, it’s for yet another software package I’ve never seen, with a technology I do not use, to manage something (documents) that I have little attention span for.
Meh…it’s a living.
One thing funny happened. The class was set for 8:30 AM central. But there are people in nearly all the time zones, but mostly west coast and east coast. And… the west coasters are go-getters. They have things to do. So everyone voted on an 8:30 Eastern start time. That’s 7:30 to me, a good hour before my wits come online.
Democracy ain’t so much fun when you’re the one that gets boned.
It’s gotten warm for real here, and it looks like spring is finally here. That means the dogs are lazy as hell. I mentioned that observation to the vet sometime back and he said it was because they were Northern European breeds, which relish the cold. That they do. They really come alive. Walks are brisk, lots of play. When it heats up, walks are slow, and they spend a lot of time lazing about.
At least, until a new toy comes on the scene.
Last weekend, the girl bought toys for the pups which had them playing for hours.
Winston got a bunny:
He wouldn’t let it out of his site, even when pooped out.
Aria got a unicorn:
It didn’t last. Got caught between the dogs and got decapitated. Then Aria scattered it’s guts all over the back yard. Didn’t seem to be bothered by it:
Had the unicorn lasted, Winston would have collected it. He covets all the bones and toys and collects them in a pile. He’s not as sharp as Aria who will put them in her crate.
She’s a trip. I used to think that “Twilight bark” was a funny literary tool in 101 Dalmatians. But Aria will sit out on the patio. Bark a bit. Then listen to the other dogs bark. Then bark some more. She also has a thing with the Girl’s neighbors dogs. She’ll bark to see if they are there, then charge the fence.
Luckily they are trained to go back to their crates by command, and my two go back inside when I command “Inside!”.
Dogs barking at each other notwithstanding, it’s one of the finest things in life to sit on the patio, with the pups, and listen to the woodpeckers and other birds.
It’s something that you have to enjoy whilst you can around here while you can. A few months, and it’ll be miserable outside every minute of the day except the early morning.
Inspected By Pat 