Fur of Fury

Teddy growled and bared his teeth at me this morning. Not his fault, I took him off his leash and grabbed him when he bolted off the back deck stairs. He did come in to the house right away, and I feel terrible about hurting him.

I was able to book a vaccine appointment for myself in East Falmouth for next Thursday, so I can stay with Teddy while Ron gets his shot. This morning convinced me that he is still not trained enough for a dog sitter, so I canceled with Em for Monday. Did deposit her birthday gelt to her bank account, as she suggested.

I am starting to hate our walks. Teddy is still pulling, and I resent the neighborhood, both the Habitat houses as well as the ones on the kettle ponds. Those people outsmarted me, and it makes me feel like a chump.

It’s been raining since this morning and aside from three long walks and a couple of short ones with Teddy, the only thing I’ve done is to pick up lunch at Le Bon Jour and watch the Irish Repertory’s production of “A Touch of the Poet”.

Ron has been more productive, attaching a device that’s been floating around for over a year to keep out cold blasts from the bottom of the closet door in my “den”.