I know my friend, Karen Sullivan, has been having a hard time lately. She really loves her dog Beefeater and was as shocked as I was when he turned out to be a vicious, wild, murderous beast. But it seems like every time I have a second to spend with her, when Röbert is away on business or in the mountains, she is always at her beach house. I decided that today would be the day I take the time from my busy schedule to be a good friend to her. I invited her to join me for tea and girl talk at the new tea place in town.
Well, it turns out that Karen had something she wanted to share with me too. Beefeater has been completely rehabilitated at his special dog school in Vermont and will be coming home later in the week. The trainer from his school told her that Beefeater is a nonaggressive dog and apparently only wants to attack me and that the trainer wants to observe and retrain Beefeater to be around me. Apparently I am the only person in the world who can save Beefeater so of course I said yes. Karen and I both cried tears of pure joy.
Later a few doubts started to creep in. Why does Beefeater hate me? I have NEVER done anything to him. And what if the retraining is hard or scary or boring? I hate to be bored.
I had totally forgotten that Margie Harris had asked if Merlin could come play after school with her creepy twins. They were going to some museum or something for who knows what. Starling and I took the time to go toy shopping for her while Hummus napped in the car. It was unseasonably warm out and he sure did get sweaty while he slept. Oh well.
Now it is time to put the kiddies to bed and say hello to Pinot! Hello Pinot!