Just Skidding

I've gotten in the habit, lately, of letting the dogs out into the back yard for a romp almost every day - usually in the evening, sometimes earlier, depending on my work schedule. Of course, they're perfectly capable of going out there on their own, via the doggie doors, but for some reason having Daddy let them out makes it more exciting for them.

After the snow storm last week, the back yard was buried under several inches; on being let out, Gracie would take a couple of steps, realize what she was walking on, turn around, and come back to the porch door, begging to be let back in. But finally, a day came when she was willing to go ahead. This was a daytime romp, so I could watch what they were doing from inside the porch. Gracie, as usual, hurried to the north edge of the yard, raced along its length, investigated what Buster was doing (dropping and picking up his squeaky bone), did her business, and finally turned toward the door. The snow was deeper in this part of the yard than along the fence; I watched, grinning, as her legs spun up to full sprinting speed and propelled her body doorward... at about half-speed.

She did, finally, make it to the door.

(The snow doesn't bother Buster. Very little bothers Buster, except noisy neighbor-dogs and perceived threats to the home territory.)

An Incident of No Importance

Scene: The math office; I am passing through, en route to my office after returning from class.

Secretary (brightly): Hi, Dr. :name: How are you today?

Me (grumpily): Harried.

Secretary (brightly again, after a moment's puzzlement): I would never have guessed.

(I think she didn't hear the "d".)

Thanks for Listening (:eyeroll:)

Surely one of the most frustrating things in life - or at least in discussions - is making a certain point, getting no reaction to it, and then seeing/hearing someone else make the exact same point.