Some weeks just don't turn out the way you expect. I posted on Monday about all the wonderful things
that would be happening to the sunroom this week, so of course they didn't.
On Monday, Smooch spent her seventh birthday watching the snow fall and waiting for the crew to arrive
so she could bark at them. It would have been such a wonderful gift.
Alas, paths and plaster and paint can't happen when the ground is frozen and the temperature is below 30.
By the time Thursday rolled around, I was ready for a break and I got several, in a roundabout way.
This stray dog showed up just as I was feeding supper.
Lucky Break #1: Alan and George didn't hurt him before I contained him in a safe place, despite their best efforts.
Lucky Break #2: He didn't hurt the chickens, despite his best efforts.
Lucky Break #3: I starting calling every phone number in my two-page phone book and found his owners on page 1.
They came and got him and we all lived happily ever after.
Good thing, too, because I was starting to think up names for him.