My Apologies

Thanks to everyone who keeps reading and commenting.

I am reading your blogs, too, just not commenting as much. I am so wiped out by That Thing I Do 40 Hours A Week lately that I just come home and read blogs and sort of zone out. Commenting seems like a Sisyphean rock to roll up that hill.

It is going to get better, starting this month. I think.

My BFF has 4 Legs

I worked late all week, so Goldie got extra time with the grandparents (Hey, my dad calls her & me "the kids.")

Last night something scary happened. A guy showed up at their front door wanting to use the phone.

It is kind of pathetic that a man coming to the door asking to use the phone is a scary thing, huh? But it IS. I mean, who DOES that? They can't be up to any good, can they?

How many random phoneless people wander suburbia, stopping by the homes of the elderly to make a call?

I wasn't around to tell the guy I was going to call the cops - because I truly think that's what I would have done - but fortunately Goldie came to the rescue.

Mom said the dog hurled at herself at the man with the fury of a hound unleashed from hell. He was very, very lucky the screen door held.

Mom passed a cordless phone out to him, so if he indeed needed to make a call, he got to do it. But if he had any darker ambitions, they were thwarted by 65 pounds of rabid-looking mutt. Ha!

Another reason Goldie is officially The Greatest Dog in the World.

In a more relaxed moment.