Tuesday, June 22. Guest Dog. Distractions. No Time For Food? Mary Ann has decided that Hazel, the old mother dog of a friend of ours, needed more than just visits while its family was in Croatia for a few weeks. Mary Ann brought her home. Hazel, a chocolate Lab, has a lot of trouble getting around. She walks arthritically, and from having had too many litters of prize puppies (one of whom used to belong to us) her underside drags on the ground. She's a nice dog but pathetic.
Mary Ann's sympathies with animals know no bounds. And so Hazel is not merely staying with us, but inside the house. To allow the dog to go outside for necessaries, Mary Ann had to put up a ramp. But her claws (the dog's, I mean) are so long that she slides down the ramp and has a hard time climbing back up. She's too big to carry. (Both the dog and Mary Ann, I mean.) Suzie, our full-time dog, is jealous of Hazel, especially when Hazel gets anything to eat. And the cat Twinnery is afraid of Hazel, even though Hazel could no more chase him down than shoot death beams from her eyes.
Meanwhile, I spent an inordinate amount of time on the phone trying to get Network Solutions to fix their system so my website works properly. They still say that they have no idea when they will have the issue resolved. When I had to quit my day's writing, the newsletter wasn't finished to my satisfaction.
At the radio station, so many commercials were waiting for me to produce that I didn't leave until almost nine. After nine on a Tuesday, most restaurants have closed. Next thing I knew I was at home, not having had anything but my usual small breakfast and lunch nibbles. I toasted two slices of raisin bread and ate the last remaining three slices of capicola. And that was it for the day. I don't know how, but I wasn't starving.
