Living in the Park
Honey and Buster play nicely with the French-Canadian girl. I helped her dad install a new air-conditioner in/on their very compact camper. This was a homemade arrangement and he was proud of the result. He hauled an old air conditioner from Quebec and it kept popping the breakers. He found a newer more efficient one. He is a bouncy guy-enthusiastic and his wife is placid to the point of seeming depressed. She must have had a little fire sometime because she has a butterfly tattoo that spans the cleavage of her ample bosom. She is pleasant enough. Their toy poodle is "in season." They have chastity pants for her at the ready. Buster had some memories stoked but he was a gentleman.
Honey, it must be said, is doing pretty well. This has been a growing together time for us and she is mostly good. She has settled down a lot and is usually appropriate with other dogs. Still very shy of strange humans.
I cleaned house and washed dishes- It was either wash the forks and knives or serve something that required spoons only. But Greg saved the day. He fixed Penne Pasta Marinara with sweet Italian sauasage and meatballs, garlic bread and ice-cream sandwiches. They are approaching laughing about the contretemps of yesterday. Tim and I strolled over and back afterwards. We sat in my open air patio area for awhile enjoying the Christmas lights, the light breeze and mild temperature. He says he is having his best vacation ever. He caught a dolphin today but gave it away. (ThankyewJesus!) Nice day.
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