It’s gone down to 10C and the winds are gusting to 60 km/h. A blustery day, as Pooh might say. I got the fence back up after the mowers left. It was a little difficult to pound in the garden stakes with a two pound sledge, especially since they are six feet tall, but they appear to be holding. In the meantime, I made some peanut butter cookies because I am housebound, and because Sheila is coming this afternoon. I thought it would be nice if the house smelled yummy when she got here. I have saved the second half of the dough to bake some fresh this afternoon. I did however, learn a lesson. Never leave the dog unwatched. His “signal” to go outside is after all, a look over his shoulder as he sits at the patio door. I was too busy making sure my cookies didn’t burn to see “the look” and I came out of the kitchen to find a thankfully small puddle by the back door. We went out then, and got the mail and he peed a really big puddle once he was outside, so I was extra grateful he had held back earlier. When we got back to the house and I opened the door, the smell of cookies greeted me just the way I had planned.

Earlier today, I was cleaning some fans and when I went to put the front wire grate back on one of them, I dropped the teeny tiny nut that goes on the teeny tiny bolt that holds the safety grate on. I found the bolt but as I was bent over picking it up, the grate came loose and bonked me on the head and the bolt got lost. I was in the kitchen, thinking it would be easier to find things there is I dropped them. So I got down on my hands and knees and shone a flashlight around parallel with the floor, hoping to pick up the bolt in the light. Rocky thought this was a great game and proceeded to jump on my head as I peered under the fridge and the stove. I discovered that I really need to pull the fridge out and clean under it but I didn’t find the bolt. Next, I thought I would sweep very gently around the room to see if I could catch the bolt in the broom. Even though this was the first time I had exposed Rocky to a broom, he reacted to it like any other dog. He jumped at it and bit it and treated it like an interloper. He didn’t bark or growl but he was awfully animated. I wonder what it is about brooms and whisks (he acted the same way with the tiny “broom”) that gets dogs all excited?