A rude awakening

The sun continues to shine on this late and relatively uneventful Saturday afternoon. We are preparing to have dinner at Randee and Jeff’s.

Only one small discomfort arose at mid-day: Gilly complained of a strange taste in his mouth with an uneasy stomach. After following my suggestion to drink water to flush whatever may be bothering him out of his system, he felt progressively better. Could it have been something he ate? Perhaps one of the medications he is now on combined with a particular food? I will document what he ate last night and this morning to see if a pattern emerges. For now, all is well. He’s been puttering in and around the house ever since, quite content. He had lunch later on with no unsettling reaction.

He really finds his new glasses a significant improvement over his old ones, even without the prism (which he could put on if needed). This time, they are adjusted for reading, and it is a special type of lens made by Nike or Nikon, I forget which. He obviously needed a modified prescription.

Oh yes, the only exciting tale relates to our wagger extraordinaire, Liylah. We left her outside while heading to Reno for supplies today, because she seemed so content in the sunshine and Yaron was home (sleeping, as only 17 year olds can do on such a marvelous afternoon). We left her tied up. She obviously took matters into her own jowls. She ate away at a very thick rope and set herself free. Yaron was awakened by the doorbell. Our neighbour, canine in hand, was kind enough to return our precious hound. Close call. We may have to rename her Houdini!