A few weeks ago, the boston terrier from across the way had gotten out and was trotting around the backyard. I went upstairs and found Spot's tail a big bottlebrush. Minutes later, I had the dog scooped in my arms and he was home safe and sound.
On Saturday morning before raddidge arrived, I decided on going outside with the laptop to play Nethack on the lounge chair while waiting for raddidge. When I got up, I saw two pairs of sandalled feet and realized that I better leave well enough alone. One of them was the new upstairs neighbor. Suddenly a dog trotted into view and Spot bristled up again. He seemed to be a pleasant and happy-go-lucky kind of fellow. Spot wouldn't abide his presence. The girls called over their pooch but he remained curious and stepped towards the screen door. Spot threw herself at the screen, slamming with both paws and giving her cat war-cry.
raddidge said that Spot is vicious and would've killed that boston terrier. I passed it off as raddidge being funny since Spot has a pleasant and lovely disposition. Boy I was surprised at Spot being so ready to take down this harmless dog. Keep in mind that Spot's declawed (I found her that way) which only shows she has serious brass balls.
Safe at home, we had pineapple and lounged around in the living room on the lovesac. Now I am awaiting raddidge's email saying she's home safe and sound at the homestead.
"Ronald Reagan is crying in hell."
I swear I had said this to ber but she doesn't remember me rambling any nonsense while awake or asleep.
When I did hear Reagan weeping in hell, I swear I felt such a sharp stab of grief that brought a tear to my eye but the tears and sorrow didn't go any further with me. Also "When it's cold, I'd like to cry" was playing in the background and I was singing along with the lady.
