Dog Dirt

October 11, 2013

A rich floral bikini, eight wind instrument mouthpieces accompanied by a wooden stand, Kryptonite Lock and key, a set of panniers, wooden pieces to assemble into a picture frame and over 3 oz lotions that could not be hand-carried on the flight were unearthed today from a box nestled between the van seats on my sun porch. The USPS delivery drivers are now fully aware of the thefts in this neighborhood and beginning to be selective about the drop spot. I can certainly appreciate the extra effort since I arrived home after dark.

Since Tyrus was bawling at my daughter’s house while left with the roomies as we went grocery shopping and out for a bite to eat last night, I chose to take him to work today. No, there isn’t a Take Your Separation Anxiety Driven Dog To Work Day as a formal holiday but I am certain several people have signed the petition to pass a law. We went to the first cleaning job and met up with Bella (who is also a victim of the same above disorder and has been caught urinating in the house so something has to be done.) Ty spent the majority of the gorgeous sunny day outdoors on the deck while I slaved away inside. He whined several times, within sight of me, and I suppose he is just practicing for when he cannot spot my face. Onto the next client’s where one medium-sized crazed Border Collie lives and his companion, a Dane/Sheppard were delighted to play with Ty. He remained with them while I ventured off to visit with my little old lady.

“B” let me know she was anxious for me to return. It was the kindest thing she could have said. I am never quite sure how things are going and just assume, as long as she isn’t poisoned by my cooking, I still have a job. Handling meat is not one of my favorite pastimes but she eats whatever I put in front of her. With a low sodium, no fat diet, I can hardly be blamed for the blandness of the meals. I place everything on kindergarden trays, sectioned off into three compartments and seal them in plastic, cover it all with foil and write “C” (chicken,) “P” (pork,) or “B” for beef in bold black letters. The first attempt had to be corrected three times before I got the proper size. Damn, it sucks to have macular degeneration. I work hard at not taking any of my faculties for granted. Is this font too small?