Pam also said he wouldn't go for a walk and there was no way we'd go alongside Karal. Wrong. Karal actually corralled him into a nice walk (besides the numerous shits). He's such a beautiful creature but at the sound of one bark from my neighbor's lil' Maltese, he ran into the house with his tail behind his leg.
Rico was reluctant to eat at first, which I found strange, because he's one of those aggressive eaters. Karal got her food outside (which we call McDonald's because it's not an in-home meal), but Rico bypassed his indoor one. It wasn't until later when Karal was outside without him that he decided it was safe enough to eat. Rico was reluctant to settle down and nap, too, which I'm sure exhausted him, as he came to my house from his canine-time at Dogtopia, where Pam takes him to socialize.
Last time I had him, he'd at least come to the porch to check on Karal and I, but this time he went from door to window awaiting Pam. She was out to about 10 pm, so I brought him home so she wouldn't have to drive all the way to Stratford after a day of sitting on grandkids.
More progress on the work front, and I treated myself to a ribeye on the grill with some peppers and mushrooms. Also weed-whacked more, but the new batteries I have don't have much of a lifespan. Then again, I used it to take down more than grass as I trimmed my gardens in anticipation of Fall.
Caught up with Abu and learned of Dad's seasoning of his bedsheet with a pepper shaker. Talked to Uncle Milford worrying in Amagansett, and texted with Tunga as he traveled with Lys's family to the Yankees game in the Bronx. He'll be in Louisville next week to see Sue and Dave.
There's an agenda today of open house at Lordship House for writers and we'll barbecue at night. I kick off my season on Monday and, regrettably, haven't prepared for that first workshop because I'm still trying to put a bow on summer work.
Alas, it's here. I can't hide. So I will enjoy another humid-less day of August before the week of rain settles in.
