Cold morning at the park. My phone app said 48 degrees and rain, so I left my hat and gloves at home.
It was freezing because of the wind. What little sprinkles there were felt like ice hitting my face.
By the time I got home, it was 40 feels like 31 degrees.
The temp has been slowly dropping all day.
It’s now 36 feels like 25. Brrrr!
I have to take my son to irk or I wouldn’t be setting foot outside the door.
Only three of us showed up early this morning. One came later.
Then a new person came and for whatever reason one of our regulars didn’t like him. Nothing physical, but there was a lot of verbal aggression going on. Regular left as he was getting ready to leave anyway. He just waited until new dog got in the park. Taking one out while another is coming in, and the rest of the pack is at the gate waiting to mob the newcomer can get a little chaotic.
Then for whatever reason Echo decided she doesn’t like the new dog either. So, we left.
The poor woman who brought in the new dog apologized. I told her it’s not her dog, the other regular had been getting ready to leave anyway, that Echo is sometimes a problem with dogs she doesn’t know, and I was freezing as I had already been there for over an hour.
Tree didn’t get cut down today as it was too windy.
They are supposed to come tomorrow morning to cut it down.
I’m debating taking the brats to daycare, as it won’t be safe for them to go outside. They’ll be taking the gates out, a cherry picker will be in the yard, and 4 men with chainsaws will be doing their thing. I’ll need to park out front and hope I can get a spot.
The new neighbors across the street, it looks like an extended family moved into both sides of the duplex. Yesterday they put cones in some of the parking spots, I guess to save them for their guests. I hope all the cars are gone by tomorrow and I can park in front of my own house.
I thought they were pretty cool people until they pulled that asshole move.
Ooopsie, I hurt just reading your post. I’ve had abdominal surgery twice, cut from hip to hip both times. I know the pain. My doctor told me that for every bruise you see on the outside, there is a corresponding bruise on the inside.
I hear you with missing your dog too. While I enjoy being able to get stuff done on doggie daycare day, I miss them too. The house feels empty without them.
Doesn’t matter what the tree looks like, having fun is the important part.
I don’t decorate, too lazy to be bothered. It can be fun putting everything out, but no fun at all putting it all away. I gave almost everything I have away anyway. The less stuff in my house the happier I am.
I wouldn’t mind a few bassets sitting on my lap. I love basset hounds.
I don’t want one though, I don’t want any hounds, but I love them.
All those years of pet sitting gave me a good idea of what I do and don’t want in a dog.
I had a mastiff at that time. I would come home smelling of other dogs, and he would amble over, take a sniff, and give me the sad ‘how could you?’ look. I felt like I was cheating on him every time I went to irk.
I have never gone out shopping on a Black Firday, and I’m not about to start now.