Where is the dog, Alice?
I held her head under water in the toilet for just a minute until the bup bup bup of her tiny heart stopped.
Just kidding. It's much easier to describe killing a dog than it actually is to kill one.
She's at my sister Judy's house until mid-June. Then the Bowmans from Oregon are staying in our house and will take care of her.
I forgot about the toilets here--like platters--on display. Very satisfying.
We are sitting in bed just as if we were home.
We will see the granddaughter--the vivacious Anne--in a couple of weeks. She will come with parents.
So you know how I bought a Kindle for the trip? Well, I discovered in the airport that it needed to be recharged. So I bought a P.D. James novel and read a REAL book.