On Monday I get home at a reasonable hour, lift weights, and start mowing the front lawn. Nopester is out running around the neighborhood off the leash (illegally, of course). Before I know it he's returning to the yard with a dead pigeon. Another kill for Nopester. He takes the bird, puts it in the backyard, and comes back out to the front as he runs down the street looking for more prey. As I get out a shovel to scoop up the pigeon carcas and put it in the trash, I say a brief prayer. "Oh God, please let this be a warning to all birds, small and large animals, and small children that Nopester can still kill and that they should stay away from this neighborhood."
Tuesday I miss the EOS celebration due to an appointment with the chiropractor and a later meeting with the resourcescout business associates. We are invited to pitch our product and services to another group and we need to get ready for the pitch.
Wednesday is the black day!
The group that we are to pitch our resourcescout product and services to decides that they will not have a meeting for us until September. In the afternoon, Dr. B. calls and gives me bad news. He can only do half of the treatment on Friday. We have a discussion on the ramifications and I express my disappointment.
Nopey contributes the remaining part of the diary entry:
we go running or walking. "Hurry up Ray. I want to go. Let me check and see if the gate is open. Nope. Let me see if the leash is ready. Yes. Let me see if the gate is open. Nope. Hurry up Ray." We get started for the walk with tension on the leash. I'm pulling hard to go explore the neighborhood and maybe get another pigeon. At the end of the walk there is more tension on the leash as Ray pulls me along. I collapse near my water bowl as Ray continues on for a longer walk. This is a very long walk that he is out on. Here he comes. I'm still breathing and panting hard even though he was gone a long time. He must have overdone the walk because now Ray is laying down in bed and crying. His hips must really hurt. I wonder if this is related to the other day when he kept bleeding and couldn't stop. It was kind of disgusting the way he kept reaching over me to put all of the bloody tissues into the trash. After a while I had to go outside and roll around on the grass to try to get the memory out of my system. Well, Ray is done crying. I hope his hips feel better or else we won't be out walking much anymore.