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bill_schubertI volunteered to take a recent hard case to Pets Mart for emergency grooming. Turned out to be a Yorkie and had that shell shocked personality that Beaux originally had.
You can hardly see a dog in the mess that is his hair. It is all matted and coated with crap.
But he's obviously been with someone nice. He has manners and is OK in the car.
I didn't ask too much about him. He'll get adopted quickly. He's a perfect backpack dog. Long walks on the beach.
I'll get another picture after he's done. It will show better what he's like. He has a great life just around the corner. Much as I'd love to add him to the herd I'm going to resist.
Good pickleball today but it was drizzly and the tennis center was shut down so we had too many people. I mildly complained. We're supposed to have a maximum number of 21 for three courts. That means nine people are waiting at any given time and twelve are playing. Games take about fifteen minutes so it should be fifteen on/fifteen off. Or so. But add a couple of more and it skews the numbers. Not good.
I continue to slowly lose weight. It occurred to me that I have in the recent past struggled to buy a 40 pound bag of salt for our water softener. I can carry it but not easily and I can lift it up to dump it in but it is not easy. In two more pounds that is how much weight I've lost since I decided to lose it (maybe 18 months ago) by signing up for Noom. I think my knees and back and feet thank me. I've got another ten or so to go, I think. I can tell a difference moving around the pickleball court. I can't imagine strapping a 40 pound bag of salt to my back and trying to play but that is what I weighed when I started playing.
Every now and then I'll check to be sure The Onion is still on track.
It has been a quiet couple of years but we're making up for it this week.
As long as we blame it on evil we're in the clear from actually doing anything but for Sunday mornings. An hour or so in the pew and a couple of prayers and some sage nodding at the right time and we're good.
No one tried to say a thing
When they took him out in jest
Except, of course, the little neighbor boy
Who carried him to rest
And he just walked along, alone
With his guilt so well concealed
And muttered underneath his breath
“Nothing is revealed”
The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
Written by: Bob Dylan
You can hardly see a dog in the mess that is his hair. It is all matted and coated with crap.
But he's obviously been with someone nice. He has manners and is OK in the car.
I didn't ask too much about him. He'll get adopted quickly. He's a perfect backpack dog. Long walks on the beach.
I'll get another picture after he's done. It will show better what he's like. He has a great life just around the corner. Much as I'd love to add him to the herd I'm going to resist.
Good pickleball today but it was drizzly and the tennis center was shut down so we had too many people. I mildly complained. We're supposed to have a maximum number of 21 for three courts. That means nine people are waiting at any given time and twelve are playing. Games take about fifteen minutes so it should be fifteen on/fifteen off. Or so. But add a couple of more and it skews the numbers. Not good.
I continue to slowly lose weight. It occurred to me that I have in the recent past struggled to buy a 40 pound bag of salt for our water softener. I can carry it but not easily and I can lift it up to dump it in but it is not easy. In two more pounds that is how much weight I've lost since I decided to lose it (maybe 18 months ago) by signing up for Noom. I think my knees and back and feet thank me. I've got another ten or so to go, I think. I can tell a difference moving around the pickleball court. I can't imagine strapping a 40 pound bag of salt to my back and trying to play but that is what I weighed when I started playing.
Every now and then I'll check to be sure The Onion is still on track.
It has been a quiet couple of years but we're making up for it this week.
As long as we blame it on evil we're in the clear from actually doing anything but for Sunday mornings. An hour or so in the pew and a couple of prayers and some sage nodding at the right time and we're good.
No one tried to say a thing
When they took him out in jest
Except, of course, the little neighbor boy
Who carried him to rest
And he just walked along, alone
With his guilt so well concealed
And muttered underneath his breath
“Nothing is revealed”
The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
Written by: Bob Dylan