Julie phoned me this morning to see if I’d heard anything about the big blowout at the Kennel yesterday. So obviously nobody talks to her, either. The ill-conceived surprise birthday luau for the Boss (the “first annual”) either went off without a hitch or ended in a bloody conflagration. The only thing I know for sure is that he wasn’t answering his phone today.
When she phoned, I accidentally answered with the name of the company. She told me I was supposed to say “hello” on Sunday, but to me this was going to be a work day. I was going to spend it doing the Kennel billings that I didn’t get around to yesterday. And if I hadn’t had to take so many breaks, it might have got done. On the other hand, if it weren’t such a boring task, I might have stuck with it long enough to get it done.
Tammy called early this afternoon and asked if I could keep Titus while they went out to the coast. He has a bad limp, and they knew he would want to run on the beach. The kennel (the real one) wouldn’t take him. They apparently don’t want to be responsible for damaged dogs. So I agreed, and I have to say he wasn’t much trouble.
Still, he wanted me to sit in the recliner and watch TV instead of sitting at the computer and working. Every time I moved, he decided he needed to go outside. And every time he went outside, he would wander off, down the driveway or out toward the road, so I had to follow him. He was very good about coming back when called, although the limp kept him from loping back with his usual enthusiasm.