Hi G-Fans!
2:00 p.m.: The concierge left the a/c off last night, which I suppose was fine, and then didn't turn it on this morning, but I had to put my pout on at lunch. Not that it was extremely hot, but Riley and I, in particular, don't appreciate that muggy, stuffy heat. So we poured the panting pout on heavy so she would get the picture and not think one of us was sick. It had to be a joint effort to get the desired result. So now, as we wait for thunder storms to arrive, we are much more comfortable. I have to say, I would recommend that the concierge give us all something so we can sleep through these storms, we are all getting wiggy about thunder storms these days, although not as much for me..... but still....
10:30 p.m.: The storms haven't arrived, other than some short bursts of rain, and it is now bedtime. So, we have dodged that choke chain for now. It is still muggy so the concierge has obliged us and left the a/c on so we can relax. The noise helps drown out other stuff too, so we aren't as likely to over react to things. (!)
Our walk was late because the concierge was crazy late. Then the walk was cut short. This happened for two reasons. One: because Harry's concierge injured herself when we were crossing the road. It wasn't her ankle this time, but a little further up. She had to limp home. So, in solidarity, we all escorted her home. Raphael and I kept a close watch to make sure she was progressing adequately and no further injuries were incurred.
Two: The concierge was getting a foreboding feeling. She thought turning around was a good choice. We were mostly good with that given the circumstances. Stuff happens.
So, that is it for now. The concierge was stressed out about a squirrel, but she doesn't want me to write about it. Also, the nest under the deck is completely empty. What happened? We aren't sure. Marauders? Perhaps. Unless one of us speaks the language of mother birds, we might never know how that nest came to be empty in the last few days....
So, may you be at peace with the mysteries of life that we are confronted with on a daily basis.
TTFN!
-G
10:30 p.m.: The storms haven't arrived, other than some short bursts of rain, and it is now bedtime. So, we have dodged that choke chain for now. It is still muggy so the concierge has obliged us and left the a/c on so we can relax. The noise helps drown out other stuff too, so we aren't as likely to over react to things. (!)
Our walk was late because the concierge was crazy late. Then the walk was cut short. This happened for two reasons. One: because Harry's concierge injured herself when we were crossing the road. It wasn't her ankle this time, but a little further up. She had to limp home. So, in solidarity, we all escorted her home. Raphael and I kept a close watch to make sure she was progressing adequately and no further injuries were incurred.
Two: The concierge was getting a foreboding feeling. She thought turning around was a good choice. We were mostly good with that given the circumstances. Stuff happens.
So, that is it for now. The concierge was stressed out about a squirrel, but she doesn't want me to write about it. Also, the nest under the deck is completely empty. What happened? We aren't sure. Marauders? Perhaps. Unless one of us speaks the language of mother birds, we might never know how that nest came to be empty in the last few days....
So, may you be at peace with the mysteries of life that we are confronted with on a daily basis.
TTFN!
-G
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