It's 2:30 a.m.and I hear occasional very short bursts of mosquito fogging going on nearby. I suppose there must be anti-pesticide registrants spotted throughout Charleswood, making a thorough fogging program impossible. Well, some fogging is better than none. Out of respect for this old city entomologist, I wish the fogging truck would make a few passes up and down Carbutt. Not bloody likely, unfortunately.
Yesterday, Josi and Greg dropped off their dog, Sasha, here for me to dog-sit for the weekend while they travel to Fargo, ND. Gives Holly some canine company for a while. Also, it gives Holly some exercise, chasing after Sasha inside and outside the house, he says, shaking his head. Actually, the two dogs are good for each other. They settled down after a couple of hours and laid together, patiently looking up at me, waiting for 'treats'. I will have to get used to having multiple dogs in the house soon. Something, I'm really looking forward to. I am a dog lover, in case you're wondering. There have been many fine dogs in the this man's life over the years. I just wish dogs lived longer than they do.
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