Living In Richard Scarry's Busytown
Busy day. I woke four times last night. The fifth time I woke it was 7:15, and the dogs were restless. I dressed and took them downstairs to go outside (yes, I am back upstairs sleeping in my bed). I used to enjoy the quiet solitude of early rising. There is less of quiet than rest these days. The dogs frolicked (Okay, Willow frolicked, Buddy just doesn't move much nor fast) in the yard, relieved themselves, and raced back into rhe house for breakfast. Willow is on a special diet of rice, beef and some kibble, because of course she is. She barks with excitement (or to move me along) as I prepare this goulash. As soon as they finish eating, Buddy's routine is to run to the door and ring the bell. He didn't disappoint this morning. I again let them out, sans leash. Willow ran the length of the yard, circling the picnic table, and did it again for good measure. As she was running up the hill toward the door, she saw a woman and her 4 t...