On this day in history…

On August 8, 1974, Richard Nixon resigned from office.

And on August 8, 2006, I suffered the following plagues:

Three pounds of dog crap to pick up in the yard.
A toad that scared the fire out of me when I was bending over to pick up three pounds of dog crap in the yard.
Four cars coming down the street when I was outside IN MY NIGHTGOWN picking up three pounds of dog crap in the yard.
And 7,223 mosquitos to feast on my flesh while I was outside IN MY NIGHTGOWN picking up dog crap in the yard.

I blame Nixon.

State of The Compound: Appliances

Like everyone else I know, I’m ridiculously busy. We’re about a month away from sending in the final draft of TJB5, and it’s consuming me. We also have another writing project we’re working on. And a lovely person has given me yet another novel to consider writing, and it’s never far from my thoughts, either. All these characters are making me nuts.

Of course, this is the time when clients begin to call. And even though I hadn’t planned on seeing any until after September, the income will be nice. Because…
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Crate expectations

I remember a time when I thought crating dogs was a little cruel. Then one night I went to a party at some friends’ house, and I spotted their dog in her crate in a mini-office off of the kitchen. The crate door was open, and I said, “Do you mean she goes in there and stays there willingly instead of begging all your guests for ear rubs and snacks?” And I was assured that she loved her crate. I didn’t quite believe it.

Then Margot came to us crate-trained from her foster home. We got a crate because that’s what she was used to, and she not only went in there willingly any time we asked, but also chose to take naps there. When Guinness came a few months later, Margot trained her to use a second crate. Guinness doesn’t use the crate quite as often as Margot, but she never argues about going in it and sometimes actually chooses it over all the other cozy places she can nap.

Now I’m an enthusiastic advocate of crates. Used correctly–NEVER for punishment or discipline–they help prevent mishaps and provide dogs a sense of a secure space that belongs only to them. (And if you use a crate, please remember to remove a collar if you’re going to close your dog up unsupervised.)

The first photo makes it look like Margot’s crate may be too small for her, but it’s actually the right size. Your dog should be able to stand up in the crate and turn around (three times in a circle, of course) comfortably.

To the best of my knowledge, Greta has never been crate-trained. She has several special dog pillows in her own home placed strategically throughout the house and on the patio for her comfort. But today, she started trying to go in either Margot’s or Guinness’s crate, and she’s just too big.

So Tim set up River’s crate (Rex came with his own from his former family, and it’s set up at Tim’s, of course) in the Home Office, and I put Greta’s pillow in there. It’s a little too spacious for her (River was a larger dog), but I think she likes it. She may be going home with some demands in a few days…

rainy day

I’m so very tired. I really hoped to get a good night’s sleep last night. I can’t believe that today, I have to watch my friend bury her husband. I want to say we are too young for this, but sadly, so many of my friends lost their partners even younger.

Still… she is too young for this.

We saw some of Houston’s fireworks as we drove home from the suburbs last night. I couldn’t really appreciate them since I was trying to wend my way through parked cars ON THE INTERSTATE. I don’t think that’s legal, but hey, when people make a parking lot of three lanes of a major interstate in the fourth largest city in the country to watch fireworks, chances are the police can’t get to them to make them move.

One reason I didn’t sleep enough is because sometime after five a.m., we had our own fireworks. To the accompaniment of much thunder, the transformer in front of our house sent off an impressive array of sparks and left us without electricity. I called it in, but I was afraid to go back to sleep because I had to get up and out of here this morning. It only took them an hour to get it repaired, and by then, I was permanently awake.

So…off on a rainy, dreary day to say goodbye to a friend.