Home alone. Seventh night, tonight. Loaded the three (2 dogs, 1 wife) into the car last Saturday morning at 5 AM. Beatrice, on spring break, spent the week with her family down south in Vista, near Oceanside, CA.
She’s on the way back and decided to camp out in Pismo for the afternoon & evening. Finish up tomorrow.
Rotor, in the foreground, is the 14-yr-old male rat terrier with the pancreatic insufficiency I taked about in the newsletter. He’s the one where his licking the kefir bowl clean when I’m done with the batch has greatly improved his digestion, from all soft-serve poop to turdliness at least some times (yes, he gets desiccated pig pancreas mixed in his food—$$$—and those airborne proteins make me sneeze like crazy for 3-5 minutes).
Nanuka—”Nuke”—in the background should have been a cat for the way she acts. She’s about 7. Rotor is a total people dog. Loves people, loves being around them. Studies them. Nuke is a cat.
Well, let’s see. It’s 8:30 PM, they’re expected back at 2 PM tomorrow. That’s about 18 hours.
I better get started cleaning up the place.