Today is the eve of Baby’s obedience trial, aka Dog Obedience of Hollywood’s AKC obedience trial. So what I did at lunch “to her” I am sure she is going to be holding against me and taking revenge at the most inappropriate time or times this weekend. I gave her a bath. Not only that, but I put her on a leash and collar and tied her to the fence with just a towel to lie on, in the sun to stop her from going in the dirt for a gusto roll. This all took place within 15 minutes, maybe 20, and “we” were not pleased. I have the picture to prove it.
It wasn’t an easy day this Dog Trial Eve. Morning was the usual wake up and run around like a mad dog to get everyone pooped, peed, fed and cleaned up after. I try to keep right behind the poops being we have several poop eaters here at Fort Doberdale. Dare I name them? Oliver, Ginger, Lilian, Leissl, and Luna is on the cusp. Dobermann have a propensity towards this nasty habit, so it is my duty to do as much in the way of beating them to these golden brown or just plain ol’ brown nuggets. This game I played while fixing the Posse’s crock pot this morning with chicken, potatoes, carrots and spices, making Ginger’s special immune-boosting concoction, pulling out laundry to do at lunch and realizing Luigi was down to his last two meals and making note to start the little crock pot for him at lunch as well.
Lunch? That involved delivering the six boxes of newspapers I collected off of six floors of high rise that save them up weekly for me. The papers go to our local wildlife center, which takes in small pets such as rabbits, gerbils, rodents, reptiles, birds, whatever, that’s not a dog or cat. After delivering those goodies, I scram to get gas, go home, let everyone out, while I fix Luigi’s crock pot, start a load of laundry, give Baby her bath, find an ex-pen to take for tomorrow, pull the trash out for trash day tomorrow, pick up more poop, hose off more pee, make a sandwich, cup of tea, eat, drink and be merrily on my way back to work, where I find out one side of my pants on the pocket has a wet spot the size of Baby’s entire head. Ewwkay. And she has the nerve to be holding a grudge?
At work, a supervisor asked me about a package I’d sent for him on Wednesday. It was slated for overnight, and it took two days for delivery through Fedex. Everyone likes to use Fedex because it’s supposed to be so darn dependable, and it’s more expensive than the alternatives, but I haven’t found a difference. Back at the ranch, I explained to said supervisor that I did not set delivery up for two-day and showed him the proof. I explained to him about Mercury in retrograde and his eyes glazed over, so I left.
An hour, maybe two, later a co-worker asked me to follow her and showed me how one of our doors on the floor opens without the use of our security badge. This is bad. Employee offices and spaces have been burgled when the doors were working. So I called the head of facilities, and left her a voicemail. Then I called the head of facilities secretary, and he said there are several doors on several floors that suddenly had this phenomenon happen – doors opening for people without badges – and they were on it. I asked when this started and was told on Wednesday. So I gave my obligatory explanation about Mercury’s retrograde and after hearing a pause was told to be positive. I explained it didn’t matter how positive I was, Mercury was in retrograde. That may also be a good reason why the elevators, three of six, all opened boing boing boing for me when I returned from lunch. Stuff like that hardly happens for me. Mercury does the opposite for us now that he’s in retrograde, so not only one but three lovely chariots opened. If only my camera were ready.
At home, I found enough to do until it was time not to do it. Baby and I did not get to practice even once today. God bless us both. Tomorrow is the fun. Helen