But poor Chewy was off all day behind it. When we went for a walk, after we turned the second corner, he just stopped and sat down. I gave him some slack on the leash and he started across the street. So I followed Doc's street crossing procedure that he's trained the dog to do, and we crossed the street. We've never done that. An uppity chihuahua lives over there with a fussy owner. But we walked down the wrong side of the street for a bit and he "went circles", then crossed back over to the right side of the street. And he didn't pee in any of the familiar places. I guess the rain washed everything away and his nose was confused. Also, his harness is too tight with his sweater on. he's gotten a little chubby. Not so you'd notice to look at him, just enough that the harness is a wee bit tight over the knit.
This morning I was petting Boomer, and I called her 'my little grey girl'. Then it occurred to me, Chiana, the grey girl from Farscape . . . that would have been the perfect name! But no, she's used to Boomer and answers to it, so we'll keep it. She's the stealth cat. She keeps getting into Doc's room and getting locked in. We're trying to encourage her to be out more so she doesn't stay a hidey cat. The other cats are basically leaving her alone, but they do spend time with me, and this is the animal couch, so if she wants to be with me, she has to learn to be with them, too. Simon learned to deal. We have like 5 alpha cats. And one of them is a dog.
If you follow me on FB or Twitter, you will notice a nihilistic, militant slant to my posts. Sorry, not sorry. That's just the way it has to be right now. Not so much politics, though. The way we're going, we're not going to make it to a free election in 2016. It's just something I've accepted. I feel we are on the cusp of something big. On many different fronts. Just one of many situations has but to escalate a little bit and life will never be the same. If historians survive, they will write about this time or the near future. Enough on that.