The borderline is a good thing if you’re hankering for some Taco Bell.
If your cholesterol is borderline–fast food’s not a good choice. My annual physical is a little over a week away.
The gist of all this–I have to consume only poultry and fish, between now and then.
Starting after tonight’s roast pork loin dinner, with German potato salad, baked beans, and marinated coleslaw.
Time will tell if my dietary efforts pay off.
Another dietary concern involves my dog, Max. He certainly isn’t starving for food. Last night and today, I’ve caught him with baby turtles in his mouth.
They weren’t the sea-dwelling type, but rather, some species of land tortoise. In any case, they deserved a chance to grow into turtle adulthood.
Got my new glasses Friday. Seeing clearly, once again, was a good thing. Those that followed this blog knew I broke them Saturday, a week ago.
It’s gone from summer to fall, and back again to summer, in one short week. Influenced by those crazy nuts–Harvey and Irma.
Anyone with pets will attest to the difficulties of vacuuming pet hair. Our old vacuum succumbed, and the replacement was put to the test.
Due to our long-haired pooch, it wasn’t long before the beater bar on the new machine was wrapped with hair. Some of this could be blamed on the old machine’s failures–the new one working twice as hard.
All things considered, I wouldn’t want to be like Bill Murray in “Ground Hog Day,” and relive this week again.
My submission for National Dog Day. I didn’t know there was such a thing. Everyday is my dog’s holiday.
A beautiful day in the neighborhood. A good day to do just about anything.
Beginning with a long walk along the bay, watching fish jump for entertainment. Or, whatever fish jumped for–catching prey, impressing fish of the opposite sex–who knew?
Breaking for witty banter with some of the neighbors. Wasn’t traffic near the newly-opened amusement park beginning to snarl?
The pooches had a friendly get-together. There were no canine disagreements. What kind of dog was a Feist? Nobody
“It was a small hunting dog.” “It was the same as a rat terrier?” “A Jack Russell?” “Must have been from Germany–the name sounded Germanic.”
Business was closed without any new business. The consensus was to wait-and-see on the Feist dog. One of the neighbors was acquiring a new pup.
For selfish reasons–I’m glad the Fourth of July is over. Last night, fireworks explosions carried on, till almost midnight.
Max scratched on the bedroom door, to get out, till it was over. There wasn’t anywhere else to go. Why couldn’t he rationalize the same as humans? “Max, settle down, go to sleep.” My spouse slept through all of it.
All five dogs were affected to some degree. Great-grand-dog Dexter, Greta, Bogart, my grand-dogs, and Max and Maggie, hung out in the basement till bedtime.
I don’t begrudge anyone’s Fourth of July festivities. From this pet owner’s perspective–I’m glad it’s over.
Still away from home base. Visited family in NW Ohio and scratched visiting the Air Force Museum off my bucket list.
Don’t very often take time to read books. Reading a book, given to me by my brother, about dogs and their special relationships with humans.
“Always By My Side” by Edward Grinnan, is a good read. The gist of it, we humans can learn a lot about ourselves from our canine companions.
Getting ready for a trip out of town. It’s supposed to rain as much as ten inches in the next three days because of a tropical weather system.
That’s making for additional preparations. Should I take umbrellas, rain ponchos? A towel to dry off our two mutts that always travel with us? All of these will be likely be taken.
A new pet barrier was installed between the two front seats in the car. Our dogs are too big to be lap dogs while driving. Maggie will probably still poke her nose behind it–as she tends to get bored easily.
Hoping the rain slacks off as we head northward. Some cooler weather, would also be nice.