Carpe diem!

It's one of those rare spring days here, with shirtsleeve temperatures and just a few cirrus wisps in the sky--so I'm planning to get out and enjoy it more in a while. :) Getting some sun on the patio has already felt great. Yay for Vitamin D.

Good thing my (prescription) sunglasses finally turned up. :)

I'm feeling pretty good, too. After while, Max and I can go and pick up a small parcel from the postal depot. Annoyingly, I didn't get to the door in time yesterday, and it already got sent back to the sender once because I was busy with the patio and kept forgetting to pick it up or request redelivery--best to go ahead and do that! On the way back, we may stop by one of the local parks for a while, so he can run around like an idiot off his lead.

The neighborhood is fairly dog-friendly that way; we've got three parks and some playing fields within easy walking distance (less than a mile). Still, I haven't been up to taking him out as much as both of us would like lately. This afternoon is a good opportunity.

vatine has been taking his newish DSLR along most of the time when he goes out with Max. (There's quite the gallery by now. *g*) Here's one from the weekend:



Hopefully he won't find another mud puddle today, and need another hose shower on the patio!

Locomotive Boy, with his loco motion

Locomotive Boy was muy loco on the first leg of our little jaunt. Pant pant pant pant, pant pant pant pant...snort snort!



Not from today, but a stock photo of Mr. Pully Bully. He pulls. You can't see those bully shoulder muscles working with the hoody on.

He's doing a lot better than he did when he came (more than a year ago, wow), but I'm tempted to see how he responds to clicker training. What we've been doing hasn't completely worked, especially when he hasn't gone out in a day or two and is all excited.

I enjoyed it anyway, and he really seemed to have a great time in spite of his mud puddle in the park having dried up. *g* He got thirsty after trundling around for a while, didn't like the juice I'd thought to bring (no water, oops!), and wanted to go home.

We were out long enough that I got a little pink, but, then, I didn't know I could get as pale as I do here in the winter. The sun felt good, though!

Time for a little rest, some Nurofen Plus for my back, and then to cook up a batch of kitchen sink semi-Thai red curry.

Cops at the door again, oh my

I just got startled again. It took me a while to get to the door, and saw a cop heading back down the walk with some other guy I think was New Upstairs Neighbor. Not what I wanted to see.

It turned out better than I was afraid it would. The car (Dog Section?!) was still sitting out there, so I went up to it. The response: "That's OK, it's been taken care of."

I thought maybe that was animal control, and the guy had been complaining about something to do with Max (not that he's done anything obvious), but apparently not.

The last time there were police at the door, they were asking about the suddenly decamping former upstairs neighbors. So maybe it was something to do with them again.

What "it" is, I still have no idea. Can't say I wanted to inquire much further. But I'm glad "it's" apparently not a problem. *scratches head*

Oh yeah, I may have mentioned it before, but I'm still even wary of the Metropolitan Police, unlikely as they are to come within a hair of shooting me.* None of their officers have even hassled me. I still just about had a heart attack again.
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Edit: * I did get pulled over, no excuse given, and almost shot once, by someone unstable enough to have lost his job not long after. Besides the other hassling when I was younger--and minding my own business--I do have reason to be wary.