No doubt foolish of me, but when I adopted a puppy of a breed mix reported to be “high energy,” I expected more in the way of long brisk walks, and less in the way of having my hands and feet nibbled while I tried to do useful stuff.
For years now, I’ve had a procedure that I go through just before going to bed, in which I check that both the front door and the sliding glass door are locked, that the toaster oven is unplugged (we had a near-catastrophe some years ago when the controls in the toaster oven got caught in a string bag that had been put on the counter), that the stove and oven are off, that the downstairs windows are closed and latched, and that the thermostat is adjusted to the proper nighttime temperature. I call it “Checking all the things.”
Last night, as I was getting ready to go to bed, Ashley (our new li’l pupper) wanted to go into the patio, so I opened the sliding glass door. She ran out, and then ran once around the perimeter fence, and then came right back in again. It didn’t take much more than 15 seconds.
My insight into dog brains is limited, but it sure looked to me like she was “checking all the things” out on the patio.
A very appropriate activity for a dog.
Walked with @jackieLbrewer to a nearby venue for early voting, and exercised the franchise. The walk was also a bit of exercise, although after I went for a run as well. 🏃
As the son of an ornithologist (like @limako), I know a mist net when I see one.
Taking the short way, past the back of the Sunsinger, rather than around. About 2 miles into my run.
Irish and international at 7 Saints. The feature is this Redbreast finished in Kentucky Oak. Sweet. Smooth. Delicious.
Now we’re eating supper and drinking beer. I have a Triptych Been a King, and @jackieLbrewer has a Half Acre Burl.
I had no idea that’s what an escalator looked like on the inside.
My brain wants me to get up when it starts getting light outside. Works great most of year—I wake up between 5:30 and 6:30. When sunrise doesn’t happen until after 7:00, my brain decides something has gone wrong, and wakes me up at 4:30. Not convenient.
Pluvas hodiaŭ, sed ne pluvas nun, Do mi esperas, ke ni povas kunveni ekstere.
Yesterday at the Blind Pig I filled my growler with their India Brown Ale. Not exactly the hoppy porter I have yearned for, but as close as I’ve found. @jackieLbrewer is drinking the same.
