Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Never Turn Your back on a Blind Dog

Hi - - Gregg again. Not a big news day.  Jean took off today so volunteered to take walks both in the a.m. and p.m.  My big deal, and the subject of the title of the post, was after I came home from a run to shower early this evening, and when Jean took off for the gym. It could not have been more than five minutes when I exited the shower and heard the ominous sound of paper tearing. I rushed downstairs and saw Ray finishing the last of the stale bread/duck food that survived yesterday's assault.  Also, the much maligned toilet brush from the guest bathroom met its sorry end - - split in two and lying on the rug. Out of its misery and probably for the best.

Ray settled in for the evening as we had dinner, although he has become the couch hog. Jean and I had to haul his lazy butt in a makeshift sling over to his bed in the kitchen.

Oh, I forgot -- I made South Carolina-style pork barbecue for dinner last night. My first time, slow-cooked,  with a mustard-based sauce and slaw. I was secretly pleased that Ray hung VERY close during the smoking/grilling process. I wonder if it reminded him of home. 

Ray holding the BBQ mitt for Gregg.
(Such a 
helpful dog!)

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