Critters

Everyone?   Meet Pepsi.   This handsome dude, and his roommate, Joe, make my stroll down to the end of the driveway extra pleasant.   He usually has something reflective to say, kind of in a deep-throat manner, and he also likes to greet the dogs.   Piper, ever so naughty, gets the occasional nip in, just to prove who is really boss on this farm.

It's been a good day, despite having my Bee pulled back into the trenches to go and bust some bad guys, which shouldn't take longer than about 9 o'clock tonight.   In the meantime, I've had a couple of beautiful walks, visited Beaver Lake and sleuthed around Sears looking for.... I can't tell you!  It's a secret and she reads this blog too!

Receiving my dose of cryptonite today was slightly complicated as apparently, someone (not me) broke the machine yesterday over in Birch.  That's me, I'm a Birch girl.  Oh, excuse me, a Bitch Birch SuperWoman.   So instead I had to wander over to Arbutus, where the view was the same but the machine was noisier.  It was busy, but the waiting room was happily crowded by a couple of service dogs - a golden retriever with soft eyes and a gentle wag, and something that I can only describe as an upside down mop having some sort of seizure.   Obviously he commanded the greatest amount of attention from my fellow inmates, needing round-the-clock belly rubbing and the more he received, the greater the intensity of his gyrations.  It was blissful comedic relief in a very apropos spot, and just another example of the sensitivity and scope of this place of hope.