Monday, December 5, 2016
Olga came home yesterday morning from her overnight trial stay with her new dog-sitter. Apparently she passed with flying colors. We hear there was some growling with another dog over the possession of a stick, but that seems to be the extent of her anti-social behavior.
So we have successfully enlisted the dog-sitter to care for her during Christmas break. Whew!
When she got home I was in the middle of a whirl of housework -- laundry and vacuuming and bathroom cleaning. I finished all that and spent some time reading and catching up on minor errands. Then, about 1 p.m., we went for a walk on the Heath.
The sky was crystal clear and there was still frost in the fields. The light was an incredible golden color -- the color of approaching evening, even though it was early afternoon. Olga seemed to enjoy it.
We headed home when the sun left the forest floor, settling in the treetops. The outing was a good return to routine for Olga -- and for me!
Speaking of the dog-sitter saga, I did finally find some news coverage about the death of our previous dog boarder. Sounds like no one is sure what happened. A sad story, although, as I've written before, our relationship with her was rocky at best. (Apparently we were not alone.)