Minor Setback

I slept in a wee bit later than was my intention, only to discover that poor Spenser had been terribly ill through the night, likely from eating apples from the tree in the back yard. Happily, G was home to clean that up. (I don't. I just don't clean up dog diarrhea. It is part of our arrangement. I would not have dogs if I had do that. Though Spenser has changed my perspective on these things somewhat)

The house still smells a little bad, and I'm working on that.

Poor puppy, though. So, I'm keeping an eye on him today.

Now, I think I'll write some poetry as Harry.