Forty-five minutes after getting her toy, Ashley struck stuffing. Five minutes later, the stuffie is completely disemboweled. #dogsofmastodon
We are just home from Ashley’s class on loose-leash walking. It was graduation, so we got to pick out a toy for her. Jackie said she hesitated to get a stuffie, because Ashley destroys them so quickly. The teacher said, “But does she like them?”
Bitter cold here today, and I felt bad making Ashley wait while I got a picture. But when I tried to take her home, she decided she would rather do some zoomies in the dog park, so I retroactively didn’t feel so bad after all. #dogsofmastodon
I had a dream in which I met an adult woman who had been found at sea as an infant. The sailors who found her named her Jessica Shipwrecked, but gave her a bunch of aspirational middle names. I’ve forgotten all but one of them, but they were things like Author, Teacher, Navigator, etc. The one I remember was Cyborg. One key point in the dream was how she had to figure out how many of her middle names she could fit in when she got an account somewhere.
Heading out for her evening walk last night, the dog saw one of the neighbor dogs that she likes to tussle with, and lunged that way. I didn’t let her get loose, but the leash did twist my pinky, which is now all sore and swollen. (The swelling even spread to my ring finger, so I took my Oura ring off, just in case. But it fits okay on my left hand, so I haven’t had to quit wearing it.)
I’m managing the injury okay with rest and ice (and drinking some collagen), but I fear I’m going to have to miss my HEMA class this evening: My hand isn’t up to swinging a sword.
I did make my bluevardier last night. It was kinda sweet. Not a surprise, as triple sec is sweeter than sweet vermouth. I usually make boulevardiers replacing half the Campari with Aperol. I’ll not do that, and see if that gets the balance closer.
It is pretty though:
I have invented a (I think) new cocktail: the bluevardier! It’s a boulevardier, except that the sweet vermouth is replaced with blue curacao.
I’ll make one for cocktail hour and post a picture!
There’s a cybersecurity company that advertises on some podcast that I listen to. Their tagline is “We stop breaches!” My brain immediately adds, “But not culottes!”