The Sheep Detectives

I loved the movie, Babe, so I’m going to watch this movie for the fun of it. 

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Her Supreme Highness and I walked in the cool of early morning because she was due at the groomer’s when they opened. As I got my coat on and called HH to come, the skies opened and we had a downpour. After fter dropping her off with Sarah, I came home to do some housekeeping and then I Zoomed with John and Bunny before heading back to Sarah’s and fetching a sparkling clean princess.

It was lunchtime when we got home, and then I built up the fire and got on the chaise to read the book about my friend, the late Murray Farr. I don’t know why, but my bone spur foot was really hurting me yesterday, so it was nice to read on the chaise with my foot hanging free off the end.

Mid-afternoon, we went to walk the Elder Cedar trail together. There was sunshine as we walked. It was cool but it was very pleasant to be outside in bright light and surrounded by the rain forest. It was truly lovely. And then we came home and I changed to go to Stacy’s for Happy Hour.

When I got there, I opened the front door and there was Connor. He is Kris and Steve’s son, and I really like the guy. He was there with his new love, Lisa, and I was delighted to meet her. They had their dog, Boon, a Pointer, with them, and Stacy had Vigo with her, a Visla who belongs to her youngest daughter, so I was in dog heaven.

In all, eight people would arrive and that was too much for me. I sat quietly on the couch seizing and only Kris noticed. I enjoyed myself. How could I not with such wonderful people, all friends of mine for five years? But it was a mistake to go. There were too many people. But it was short. I was home by 18:30, having arrived at 16:00.

Sheba had eaten one foot. Separation anxiety no doubt. So, she’s on a high dose of prednisone to temper down her distress. I washed her foot, medicated it, and bandaged it. And today is a dry day, it seems, so she’ll only walk in the yard today.

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It’s so weird. All this talk about pipelines, particularly by the pile of human waste that is called Danielle Smith. Rosemary Barton asked Mark Carney in an interview to be aired today on the CBC, if he had abandoned the Liberal’s previously stated environmental goals, and he did some political dancing around the obvious fact that he has. But here’s the thing: I’m very grateful to have a sane and articulate PM, regardless of his policies. Right now, all that matters to me is that puny, pathetic Pierre is not PM. All I care about is not having a right-wing bigot leading our country.

I live in a riding that elected a conservative and it sickens me. This riding has always had an NDP member of parliament, but no more and just the sight of her makes me want to puke.

I pity our children. We are leaving them a disaster to live in.