The clean up

Last night we went to The Home Depot to purchase materials to repair the deck after the possum incident. It is early morning now, but Jerry is out trying to fix the deck where he had to cut into it to remove our errant dog and is also going to put a board along the ground so she, and hopefully other critters, cannot squeeze under it anymore. He is trying to beat the rain that is expected today.

Saphie was pretty subdued yesterday. She looked longingly at the back door, but I refused to let her out to do her business. Instead I took her out the front door. Every time we went out, she would walk around to the side and glance at the back yard through the gate. It's as if she was being denied a special treat.

After dinner I took her out to go to the bathroom and somebody was walking her big black dog in the dark. She was crossing the street near our house, but I didn't see them until Saphie started barking frantically. She is usually pretty good about listening to me and coming when I call her, unless there is something she feels she needs to do. In this case she needed to keep that dog from her yard. So, here goes my little dog after the big black dog. The owner and the dog think nothing of it. In fact, the lady tells me that her dog loves small dogs. Saphie has no love for big dogs, especially if they are black in color. Maybe she is a racist, I don't know. Anyway, I gathered her up and carried her woofing, all the way, back inside. Next time we went out I check the sidewalks first.

The hammering has started in the back. Saphie does not like that she cannot be outside in the yard with Jerry. She remembers when we lived in the country and was able to go where ever she wanted when he was outside working. No such freedoms here in the suburbs. I am afraid he has not beat the rain. It has just started to sprinkle.