Meet Brandi. Our newest temporary tenant. Approximate duration of stay: 14 days. Current age: 13. And who is currently making soft whining noises, and staring at me, and who woke Dan up at 5 a.m. this morning. And who walks really loudly because it's sort of hard for her to walk, so with her little talons hitting the wood, it sounds like someone is playing an offbeat snare drum. Constantly.
Brandi is a good old dog. But she is no Chip.
And so our lives as care providers to senior dogs continues. I don't even know Brandi's owner. He's one of Dan's cafe customers. I wasn't even told how much to feed her at night, or if she has any issues of which I should be aware. So with Brandi, we are winging it. I think, however, she might have been a spaz as a younger dog. Whenever I go to pet her, so starts to go really mental. As mental as a 13-year-old dog can go, that is.
So that's what's going on this week. That, a lot of work, and finishing out the last few weeks of the summer. And the end of summer means only one thing: Neil and Co. will be here soon.
I should start figuring out what I'm going to wear. Ya think it's too early?