As you previously read on my May 7th entry, we got rid of the dog. Just like a bad penny she has returned. Supposedly she was fighting with other dogs and killed a random pet cat. She won't kill mine of course, why help out the Jiggy? So she is back. She seems a little saddened right now. Or sick. Or mad. Something. She is not her usual, attacking, jumping, demonic self. Of course, we tried to put her in the cage overnight and she was back to her whining, drooling, slobbering self real quickly. That much hasn't changed. We are getting a fence put up to replace the fence I took down when my last two dogs died and I vowed never, ever to have another dog. The fencing company must love me.
Tennis started up last week. I will not brag. It just isn't worth it anymore. We did have a surprise superstar come out. Super Mario's previous physical activities resulted in him nearly cutting off his finger with an exacto knife and trying to skip his bag across the road while playing cornhole. There was not any high hopes that he would be a star on the court. He shocked a few players, although he did fall down in the first minute of playing. Good balance.
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