Buster is a crate trained dog. He spends most of his days sleeping in a large crate while his family is at work and school. But I thought it would be hard for him sitting in the crate while strangers wandered around his house...so I offered to take him home with me.
It should be simple. I wanted to spend most of the day on the computer and he's used to sleeping all day; plus, I get a little lonesome in our empty house since we lost our Brandi last July. My only concern was whether the smells of new "territory" would cause him to do what boy dogs do - so I knew I'd need to keep an eye on him.
One thing I didn't count on. Buster is used to being in a closed house. Allergies keep my son's windows closed up most of the year. I'm a fresh air fiend. The sounds and smells wafting in from outside had Buster all aquiver. No much sleeping going on.
It was actually kind of nice. A little nippy but with a big mug of hot tea and a library book I've been dying to finish - it made for a pleasant morning.
Except, I didn't get that WPA post written. So my post today goes to Buster.
The workmen will be at my son's house for about a week. Not sure what I'm going to do about tomorrow.
How about you? Anything sidetrack your day today?
Groaner of the Day: Dad was a scientist and he was moving the family - parents, kids, even the dog - to a remote cabin to complete his current wildlife study. It took weeks to get there. They traveled by plane, by train, by truck, and finally by boat. It wasn't until they arrived that Mom noticed something had been lost in transit. Yup, they were up the creek without a poodle.
