Paul dropped by yesterday morning on the way to work to drop off a cheque for his half of the baby carriage (which it turns out Alex loathes unless it’s moving). He brought fresh bread (cousin Jim’s recipe) and I had a container of home made rice pudding (strangely, IN a commercial rice pudding container). He couldn’t stay so we chucked food at each other and he left.
Buster got out the door. He paused (like a moran) on the deck to inhale the sweet air of freedom – and I chucked him back in the house. He doesn’t hate me but he was not amused.
He gets snipped on Tuesday. The whole house smells like pee, sigh, but we have a plan to deal with that as Buster recuperates. I will be ever so glad when he can FINALLY get off the cone of shame.
I’ve put some items on craigslist for sale. No responses yet.
