Billy is on caramel couch and whiskey is on the kitchen floor. No music. The cat just came in to be petted and eat. I hope Billy has not turned anti social from lack of seeing many dogs in the last two weeks. He was a huge player but I have not seen him play except with whiskey and once with a stranger dog in the last little while...

Trucks are being heard, backing up, in the city works yard. All is well. I have to stop stressing out so much about anodine things, like an almost dog fight but no harm done this morning. Such is the life of a dog.

om mani peme hung

om mani peme hung

om mani peme hung

om tare tuttare ture svoha

om tare tuttare ture svoha