A bump.

I am starting to feel a rift between my dog and me. It’s just kind of strange for him to act like this. Today I woke up late but my sister, Kathy, wasted no time in telling me that my Boelie had escaped the yard again, but also that mom had caught him and given him a spanking for it. But also yesterday, I’d found him in the garden asleep, and I’d given him a swift dart over the nose with the crop.

I don’t know if dogs have rebellious stages, but I assumed that they didn’t. Either way this is starting make me wonder what to do.

I had the first successful meeting with The Council last night, I felt like it went well. Having meetings over group chat on Facebook was not as difficult as I would have imagined, but still I wish I’d been able to have actually been there. Communicating only through text just isn’t the same as Talking to people. It’s one of those little things that really makes me treasure being able to stand face to face with one of my friends.

I found something in the garden yesterday, a water melon plant! That is fabulous! Assuming the dogs don’t dig it up, we may actually have our own fresh watermelons. I feel very exited about the idea.