Did some low calorie snacking, and am a third of the way through this bowl of year 2014 Edgeworth Ready Rubbed Match in a very much appreciated 1979 brown, slight bend grain etched flat front Stanwell Rego 969-48 (09) with a black vulcanite saddle stem. Ice water and bergs is my drink.
For the last three laps of my first set of walks, Sam the Scamp sat by the end of my driveway waiting for me to come to the house. When I did, he followed me, but Harry the Hairy was waiting for us at the edge of the deck. They paid attention to each other for a moment or two before their stand off. I let Sam in to eat, and fed Harry outside. He wanted to come inside, but that’s not something we can do given his combative nature. Tomato the Brave just looked at them thinking, "Two Bozo the Clowns are more entertaining than one."
Toward the end of my second set of walks, Sam was waiting for me again, only this time, he had competition from Tomato. Tomato walked around my legs to let Sam know that he wasn’t getting attention this time. Sam did a few rolls in the driveway to get my attention, and I could really see that belly of his. I’m sure he blames me for it. Tomato came in to eat, get attention, and snooze. Daisy the Feral Princess snoozed most of the day and night. Haven’t seen Abner the Eager for over two days now. I know he has other places to go, so maybe he’ll show up later.
.
