Well, it has been a rough couple of days on the ranch. After an exuberant, although short-lived, welcome home, we hit a rough patch. A stray dog decided to take up patrol in the neighborhood on Wednesday. Solo sees that as an invasion of his territory and makes sure that anyone on the street (and in a 20 mile radius) is aware of his displeasure. My ears are still ringing. Of course, he decides to do all of this while I am hosting and facilitating a conference call. So everyone on the call had the pleasure of hearing him. Just one more challenge for those of us that work from home.
Then the neighbor decided to work in the yard yesterday. THE NERVE! Doesn’t he know he wasn’t on Solo’s schedule? And the cleaning people come, which means time in the yard for the dogs. Couldn’t have asked for a better day. Not too hot, not too humid. And actually the dogs did better with that than with the neighbor being out.
And it continues. In the middle of the night, both dogs start barking and howling. Seems there was a fire truck on the street with its lights on. I will have to find out the scoop on that later. The eight year old next door usually has accurate information on anything going on.
Let’s hope for a calm, and by that I mean QUIET, start to the weekend. I have a long to-do list today. Maybe Solo can help me get some of it done.