If you pay any sort of attention to my blogging schedule, you know it typically follows a M/W/F schedule, and that I tend to warn you if there’s going to be complications or missed days. If you’re that sort of person, you also realize that it is rather late on Thursday.
I blame the dog.
(Also, someone sent me to a cappella metal. It is the best thing I have ever heard. The only instrument this band has is a drum and the rest is done with voices. It’s very tribal. But anyway.)
But Kit, you say, I didn’t know you had a dog.
Well, I didn’t. I’m not even terribly fond of dogs. But for some reason over the past two weeks, my husband has decided that he is in need of a dog, one that he could take hiking and camping and what have you, and so Tuesday afternoon, I found myself a dog owner.
We have a cat. The cat has never seen a dog in her life. She is not so pleased with this change in her life, especially when she previously ruled the household. It is a big dog. It is, to her, a scary dog. He gets too close, she runs, dog sees movement and gives chase. It is bad all around, so the past few days have been stressful.
It is hard to get work done when you are attempting to acclimate pets to each other and teach the dog not to chase the cat. So. I apologize for the lateness of this post. Tomorrow’s will be on time.