How many tickles does it take to make a squid laugh?

Tentacles!

I don’t know why, but that just popped into my head this morning, and got stuck there.

Lenny the dawg is turning into the little hellion of the yard. He’s messing with the cats and the chickens. Ad making noise. The cats seem to know he’s not malicious, he just wants to play. They don’t want to play, and they run. Lenny barks and chases them. At Oh-Dark-Thirty in the morning, this is not conducive to good relations with the neighbors. Plus it disrupts my morning routine. My morning routine shall not be messed with.

Lenny is improving. You can say “NO!” or “Bad!” without it being the end of the world. And in the mornings, when I put the leash on him to take him with me on MY walk, he is absolutely the happiest creature on earth.

I say MY walk, because while most dog walkers move at a pace of about two feet per minute, because the dog has to sniff everything, my dogs walk fast with a tight lead, power walking. Sheba can’t run for long, so we walk.

Tonight I start training to operate the hyperbaric chamber at the hospital. Decompressing bent divers and treatment for certain medical patients. Should be interesting, and there’s a salary too!

Have a great day!