Little Jack is still not fully recovered. Sometimes he’ll eat; sometimes not. After visiting his vet, some of his liver numbers aren’t what they should be, so he’ll be getting a supplement for a few weeks before his next checkup.
Of course, you never know when an animal will have a health emergency, and before Jack’s, we scheduled Keith our contractor to do a few jobs around Houndstooth Hall. He’s been in and out since… last Friday? All the days run together. Which meant Jack and all the dogs have been spending their days with Aunt Debby, because doors stay open, some dogs aren’t friendly to strangers (though… Keith hardly qualifies, since he’s been coming here since 2015 taking good care of us, the Hall, Fox Den, and Fairy Cottage, when we first moved in, especially after the Harvey flood, and for our two frozen pipe events). Part of Jack’s woeful attitude is having his routines disrupted, even though he could not be in more indulgent, loving hands than Debby’s.
Among things we had done, we had new floor tile and a new shower door installed in the master bath. Keith thinks the tile was original from 1960, and through the decades, someone regrouted it, not very well, and no matter how how much I cleaned it, or what cleansers I used, I could never make it look good, especially after that drain backed up during the flood. The shower door, too, had accumulated years of staining.
It’s nothing fancy, very basic, which is exactly the way I wanted it. It looks new. And clean
