Memorial Day

Early Monday Morning: It is doubtful that anything of import will happen today. It is raining buckets and even the dogs are casting a jaundiced eye on the prospect of going outdoors. We've got grub and it appears in my case that my old enemy sleep deprivation crept up on me so I will work on catching up. Broke out the chemical help for the serotonin yesterdaywhen it hit home. Yesterday was a dozy day: piddled with the VW-tarted her up with stuff to make the tires and running boards shine black and tried a different wax on the top. The dogs could not be enticed into it-Buster would have-so they got put in the house when I went for a spin.

The dogs went on an odyssey yesterday-they were in sight but rambling. When they came back Miss fancypants, Honey, was out of control. So we had a leash training session and she has been good as gold since-sweet. From what I have seen and read I think this breed tests the waters daily as to who is leader of the pack and is happy enough to be a lower number than one but you have to establish it every day. Pyrs are descended from European wolves. Poor old Buster overdid it on his gimpy leg- he nursed it and was a slow mover the balance of the day but I could see he was having a ball showing Honey the sights.

Wake me up when the Sun comes out.