There's a business opportunity here. We can organize workshops for conceited people. Give them tasks a,b,c and d just like FReepers e,f,g and h have done, a time frame within which they must accomplish said tasks, and a certificate of humiliation and/or incompetence when they fail. If they don't fail, we can conscript them and one of our resident geniuses (genii?) can do attitude adjustment. Win-win.
Rats. I went to sleep thinking that Piper would be home by morning.
Piper wouldn’t recognize “coming back” here, unless she was passing by and saw Anoreth’s car. The most likely positive outcome is that in a day or two, she’ll decide she wants to be around other dogs, and someone will notice a loose purebred husky and call animal control or the number on our sign. Maybe early next week.
Then we’ll have to keep her until Whenever, which would not go over well with the cats, or maybe I can plan a road trip to NJ ;-). I just hope she’s found somehow, poor dear, even if the findee decided to keep her!
Anyway, I’m sure you’re exhausted from nursing Chainsaw. After years of waking up every time I heard Ash’s collar jingle, I keep hearing the wind chime outside the kitchen and thinking it’s a dog. Piper isn’t wearing a collar, though.