It’s 2:15 am. I’ve convinced Andy that it would be the most fun if he came over to the house that I’m dog sitting for. I’ve been enjoying myself but, when I agreed to the job, I didn’t realize that it was in no man’s land. Mass amounts of tv and alone time were novel for the first few days, but were beginning to get old. Since there is no internet over here (I know right?) Andy has been resigned to be without his wife since the new magical, visual basic voo-doo sports handicapping mojo that Andy is working on needs the help of all the informations on the internets.

Out here in dogland, I have been occupying my time with Sculpty clay. Sculpty is crafty clay that you make stuff out of and then bake in the oven. Very second grade, I know. For the last three days, I’ve left the Sculpty on the glass coffee table with no problem. Tonight, after I drove the six or so hours (possible slight exaggeration) to pick up Andy, we came back to a living room containing hunks of multicolored Sculpty clay with Cooper’s teeth marks embedded in it, various Sculpty wrappers and a half dog eaten package of Fiber One cereal, fortune cookie crumbs and a small, empty, smashed, chewed container that only hours ago contained Chinese hot mustard.

In my defense, nothing in the note said to keep food off the counters, only the kitchen table. Who knew that a Basset Hound could reach that far.

Fortunately, Sculpy is non-toxic and Cooper didn’t seem to much the worse for wear. Although, he did seem to be a bit uncomfortable for the rest of the night. I can only imagine what a Fiber One, Chinese hot mustard mixture would feel like digesting.

Here’s a pic of the two hooligans. I’ve started drawing again. Nothing fancy yet, but I’m looking forward to putting together a studio in the new house.

We’re closing on the house in twelve days. One of my new favorite things to do is to check the “farm and garden” section of craigslist daily to make sure plenty of chickens are for sale. They are. The breed of chicken that I would like is a faverolle. Unfortunately, the only way to get them is to order them through the mail. They’re not expensive, only like $5 a piece but, then I have to have little chicks sent to me through the mail. That seems kind of cruel. There are plenty of hearty, young, plucky local chickens that would love to live with us I’m sure.