the parcel

Wednesday during class I received an email from Lydia. No power. Could she spend the night. I asked her to ask Pat. I didn't want to get my head chewed off.

She said yes.

Thursday morning I came down and the dog was waiting for me. He wanted a walk. And he knew where to go. Lydia's ride was picking her up at the five points so I decided to walk down with her, then come back up Wyandotte, back to the house, and get the dog.

Only one problem. The dog knows words like "walk", "leash", "cemetery". I had to get clever to tell Pat.

Here is what I told her. "I am going to escort Lydia to TD Bank and come home Wyandotte street. When I reach the top of our hill I will call. You get the parcel ready for delivery." The dog totally ignored me and it worked! When I got to the house he was just starting to go ape-shit. When he saw the leash he figured it out.

We had three walks Thursday, and one on Friday.