Today I physio'd. Still sore. Left work at 4pm to pick up my beefy loot. Six t-bone steaks (I had to add $6:85 to the prize, it doesn't go far these days.
I arrived home at about 4:40 and.... no Floyd.
Okay. He's not at the back door. The rope with the dogclip is on the ground near his bed... The dogclip I put onto his rope was taken off an old rope, and I suspect now I think about it, I should have tossed it out as it was faulty, he's escaped from that one before.
I called and whistled and he came lolloping up the yard (mind you, the grass is still pretty high, even though it's dying down and falling over, and I do worry about ticks). Meggie's in her yard (he seems to be able to jump OUT of fences, but not IN!
At lest he isn't wet, I thought. There was supposed to be a thunderstorm thisafternoon, and it's been spitting a bit today.
We said our hellos and I replaced the dogclip on the rope - there was a spare from a lead that Bundy chewed when he was a puppy.
Eventually I went down to talk to the pair of them (Floyd and Meg), and they were tearing around the dogyard, Meg on the inside and Floyd on the outisde. Then it was time to entice Floyd back up so I could catch him.
As he raced past me while I was out the back I caught a whiff of something not good. Not good at all. He tore up the slope near the side of the shed. I smelt it strongly there. Phe-ewww! Something's dead there for sure. But I couldn't see it. Smelt like rat (like the last one I binned which was in about the same place).
Then I realised that it was Floyd who stunk. Ick. He must have rolled in something or he's been chewing his stinky marrow bone from last week. Phe-ewwww!
You know that "dead thing" smell that won't go away (and won't wash off)? I am just hoping that it's not a rat or mouse from the ceiling... but the ratkiller expert at work said that if you don't use too much poison you won't kill your pets, but you will kill the rodents.
Anyway, where Floyd touched me and where I touched him, I stink. Two lots of soap and water to get it off. Don't feel quite so enthusiastic about my steak tonight now.
I want my shoulder to stop hurting. Oh, and I forgot to buy that lotto ticket.