There’s a dog next door now and it slobbers! I don’t mind the dog part. I’ll just ignore it, but it slobbered all over Cheryl! Talk about ick! Poor Cheryl. Now she has to get wet all over, just to get rid of the stench! I wouldn’t wish that event on anyone, not even a dog, but Cheryl seems to enjoy it. <shrug> Whatever floats her boat, as she says.
There’s good news in the house, too. After several days of no cigarettes, Cheryl finally has tobacco. She’s been owly all week, pacing and getting smokes from the neighbour. I don’t know if it means that she’ll finally consider quitting, but it does mean that she’s going to be a bit better tempered. I can live with that. She tells me that it’s not the not having that bothers her (much), but that she can’t afford to have any. I’m not sure what that means, but it seems to make sense to her. I think it’s like the difference between going out and choosing not to have treats when you come back inside and not being able to afford treats when you come back inside. Either way, you don’t get treats, which is enough to make any cat miffed.
