Cheap gas and other stuff
Gas is free. I know this because Cardiff is very free with her gas. At any given moment, an odiferous delivery can arrive on my nostrils. No waiting, no entry fee, come right in. I hope this is something transitory as her gut still stabilizes. The giardia thing seems to have resolved (not putting much credit in my former vet, they’re not returning my calls after I requested a refund on the puppy package).
A new game that Cardiff is playing with me reminds me of Freeze Tag. For those that don’t remember watching Friends shows as an adult when they came out, this was a special flavor of the Tag game where you could only be “tagged” when you were in motion towards the base. There were infinite home rules or variants: time limit on freezing, talking or no talking while frozen, whether a friend could try to lure the “it” person away, etc. Cardiff’s version is directed towards my feet, and she tries to Tag as close to the bottom of my foot as possible. This entails running to exactly where I’m about to step, then lunging back and forth trying to predict where I might put my foot to avoid squashing her. She thinks it’s great fun. Me, not so much. Especially when she runs around the corner and I’m not actively avoiding her.
In other news, she’s developed an odd habit of walking while defecating. No offense meant, but the end result is remarkably like Arabic or Elvish writing. You’re welcome for that visual.
This was a busy week, as she hit the 10 pound milestone. You can see some feets-ball, learning to not bark at people passing out front, White Trash Beach, and just splootin’.
