It’s true. Well, puppy ate my work notes is truer. She’s so far unnamed, eight weeks old approx, and narrowly missed being squashed under my car the other night. I picked her up off the road and took her to GaGa Dog Sanctuary. They had no room and asked me to foster her after a treatment for worms and fleas. I’ll have her for a few weeks until all her innoculations are done, then she can join the other little hellhounds in the puppy pound.
Meanwhile my work – a little mawled, but I can cope. Note the fossilized ferns in my floor slate. They look much better when the stone is wet – but that’s another puppy story.