The puppies’ potty training is continuing, as is their adjustment to the sights and sounds of the out-of-doors. Our house is close to being on an airport flight path; they sometimes come overhead. The new neighbors are working with power tools in the back yard. And there’s a pileated woodpecker hanging out in the cottonwood tree across the back fence that has unnerved the puppies occasionally, too.
More fun is their having discovered sticks. Branches long enough that they can pull each other around the yard, playing tug of war as each puppy tries to gain possession.
This evening, we put the puppies in their kennels for a nap around five thirty, and then went out to dinner. That that was good.
Then I cleaned out of the refrigerator all of the food that we didn’t get a chance to eat, the past week or so, and laundered all of my skirts and shirts.
Now I have to finish proofreading the SFPA’s annual poetry anthology (poems nominated for the Rhysling Award). I didn’t get as much accomplished over the weekend as I’d hoped, so I’m going to have to concentrate on it, Monday.