Happy birthday, Nancy. Your puppies are still alive. No, really.
The pugs do NOT want to go walkies in the heat. They got showered when I watered the garden again, but Buddy made it absolutely clear that he didn't want to walk today, and Buster kept flopping down in the shade every chance he got. Buddy hasn't "done his duty" on the last two walks, so I'm going to have to take him out again tonight and go on poop patrol in the house. Crazy little dogs.
We met another dog on the trip. A very large one-year old named Winston who was a bit skittish. Apparently, just before running into us, Winston and his person got in a small battle with another large dog who bit Winston. Buster wanted to play with Winston, and Buddy did his normal "macho dog" routine until I told him to relax and meet Winston. Eventually the three dogs seemed to be happy with each other, except when Buster started jumping up on Winston trying to play.
I hate loose dogs. I realize now just how dangerous they can be. Yesterday night, a medium size dog passed alone on the other side of the street. I just think about what could have happened if that dog had attacked the pugs. I doubt I could have easily gotten out of it, and I probably would have been hurt along with the pugs if it had attacked.
And congrats on the job interview, Eric. Let's hope it leads to something.
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