The games, they are just killing my blogging, killing it....
Chuck is now sleeping at our house, our buddy had to close her balcony door because he barked at the cats in the street, and had to close her bedroom door because he barked at the cat in the bed, and it turned into a sauna. She moved him home for the nights.
He's being a dog.
But now hunting season has opened up in our area, possibly all Catalonia???...what a bunch of dorks. Shooting at song birds for crying out loud. Adds another level of challenge to the whole adveture of walking the dogs. Ignoring the regular dog fights you have to break up, now there are trigger happy fruit loops taking pot shots at anything that moves. Going to limit the off-leash time the dogs get. It is technically two days a week, but the guys have been out of the woods so long, unable to blast small birds into little more than bundles of floating fluff, that they are out all sorts of days and times, trigger happy. Fun wow.
I think I am going to get our buddy a REALLY big gift. Indeed, I am going to pick her up a Sony Book Reader, which she wants pretty badly. Maybe we'll still be friends at the end of it all.
Seems like Chuck might be coming with us next summer.
That'll be cool too.