So I go from 5 000 supplements per day to 5005 or whatever. I’ll live with it if it means a chicken chaser and no more godforsaken Chinese herbs surreptitiously mixed into my food. That was hell on earth. I could have starved.
We are out early to beat the heat, and so are they. Dog-wise, it’s been bland. One morning I met a reasonably interesting Dachshund, but no Ginkgo. Oh, and speaking of less boring dogs, she has taken to suggesting a wide berth around the screen door dogs I buzz on evening walkies, thus knocking yet another enrichment activity out of my life. Typical.