If It Ain't One Thing...

A Story (mostly) in Pictures, by Cher

Today was a typical PDX summer day. Beautiful cloudless sky:


I worked on some secret work knitting:


Picked up the hub at his office:


Envied the lovely brick courtyard space where said office is located:


Picked up the kids from camp:


And came home to find gobs of blood on the laundry room floor and a small dog with what appeared to be a massive head wound.

Once we cleaned him up, it turned out that the Tomster most likely scratched open one of his many moles on the wooden fence. Boy-O gave him a bath and a haircut (thank the gods - the dog was unspeakably foul), and we tried to figure out how best to stop him from pawing at his head until we can get him to the vet tomorrow.

So, one sacrificed map of Salinas, CA later....


A saltier dog was ne'er seen in this house, that's for sure.