I guess I will accept Doug’s name change for the eigth dwarf, generally. Yesterday, there was a heavy emotional component to what was going on with me, and Spacey doesn’t quite cut it. Confusion does suggest some emotional mix-up, so I will stick with that for yesterday.
Doug tells me he is walking more, in case I doubted it. Because I don’t see it, I guess I need to be told about it. My scientific side, I suppose. Empiricist dog that I am!
Off to shop for a formal vest to complete Doug’s tuxedo wardrobe. And food for the birds, now that the Thrashers are gone and the Cowbirds seem to have moved to someone else’s feeder. The squirrel is another story….