The aged one has spoken. The old, long-winded, train-chasing, lawnmower loving, grandchild-spoiling, son-torturing father has written a comment on my blog. This is a momentous day. He wanted to see my pictures, but only slowly took the step of actually looking at the few I have posted on-line. I am so proud! I shall reward him by showing him the whole shebang when I get the chance.
There is another reason that this is a momentous day. The new season of Deadliest Catch began tonight. Over the years we have become increasingly fond of this Discovery Channel show. By we, I include Cora only incidentally, it is unclear whether she enjoys it quite as much as I do, though, I would never say that she does not, since she seems to have no issues over me watching it.
Today, I worked maintenance and painted. It was not a bad day, except for one thing. The dogs escaped…again. The city dog catcher knows my in-laws, and he knows my dogs belong over there, if not in my yard. He took Toby to my mother-in-law, she called Cora. The dog catcher called my father-in-law. My mother-in-law called my father-in-law and my boss. Cora called me. It was about 930 when everyone began to tell me the dogs were out. Oh, sweet joy.
It is a wonder the dogs survived. It was, indeed, a deadliest catch...the dogs should not have allowed me to catch them. they wallowed in the misery of being caught.