Rascal regression
Rascal is a much better puppy these days. He doesn't demand constant attention, and we leave him home alone with nary a thought for the safety of the furniture. Yesterday, though, was something of a step back for the little guy: he destroyed my practice mute and one of Leah's high heels, and did serious damage to a pillow. In his defence, he has issues with the mute since it's generally in my trumpet and producing sounds which tend to drive him into a confused frenzy, and the shoes were ones that he had never seen before (we leave our regular shoes out all the time, and he leaves them alone). I don't know what his excuse for the pillow was, though.
Yesterday was a tough day in other ways too. Besides finishing up the new blog machine (not particularly tough), I also got bit by a tick and smashed my fingers in the window. Both of those two things caused me a fair amount of pain; in fact, they continue to cause me pain this morning! That's reasonable for the window injury (the top window dropped down and trapped my fingers between it and the bottom pane; in between screaming I wondered if I was going to have to dial 911 on my cell phone with my tongue, to get the firefighters to cut me out), but who knew tick bites were so painful?! I wonder if dogs feel the same way.