Wire services calling daily now, asking, “What’s the latest with you two?” And “Can you endure any more presidential politicking?”
And so we reveal.
Jenna continues in chemotherapy in Seattle for her lymphoma. Arrives at treatment with a sheet of questions. Gets answers. Back next week with a new set of questions.
Clinic entry door opens up. Nurses scatter. Ha ha! No, really, the care at this
clinic – can’t beat it. Kind, compassionate, competent. Free snacks too!! Seven weeks till reevaluation.
When the rains resume, we will move back to Olympia, no later than mid-October. Stay there, visit with our friends, go to Seattle weekly. Endure the rain and wait to return to the AZ desert.
Trip to Mexico – prospects dim as the
drug war escalates throughout the country. We can wait till next year.
One week now with no dog. We returned him to his breeder. Who immediately said that she will keep him as a pet. Happy days for all, as Denby grew up in her home, with occasional trips to waiting females. (What a stud!) We miss Denby, but are amazed at how much cleaner our home and truck and clothing and lungs look and feel.
As a substitute, we are looking for a new breed: smaller; doesn’t shed; intelligent; watch dog; not aggressive. Jenna thinks that I fit the bill already, other than height. I demur.
The winner so far –
Australian Terrier. Uncommon, thus few breeders. But we are mobile. “Have travel, will dog.”
That is all.
Bruce