What Should I Write About?

August 15,
I don't know, I'm coming up blank. The fair is going on, but we haven't gone yet. Dave and I are going on Friday. David has to work, so he won't be able to go. I'll bring a funnel cake home for him. My thoughts and prayers to those at the Indiana state fair that were killed and injured in that stage collapse.

Dave and I have started watching M*A*S*H reruns at night instead of regular programs. I always liked that show. I am curious as to what new shows will be coming on that I might like to watch. I also can't wait until some of the old ones come back.

August 16,
Couldn't figure out what more to talk about last night, so I shut down for the night and watched TV. Last night Rolli and Jake got into a fight because Jake was in her spot by the bathroom door and she didn't like it. He was there because I was in the bathroom. Dave tried to boot her out of the room, but she went behind the bed instead. Poor Jake has been getting picked on by her and Max on pretty much a regular basis lately. Max probably sees Rolli do it and thinks it's okay for him to too. Plus from what I've read about Jack Russells, they tend to boss other dogs around. Even though he's not purebred, he's got enough of JR blood in him to be. He tries to be with Rolli too, but she doesn't put up with it.

This morning I woke up to Max having Peanut cornered behind our bedroom door. Thankfully she wasn't hurt, just shaken up and possibly a little sore. She's pretty much back to herself now, playing with a string in the cats' room. It looks like she might have gotten a few good swipes in herself.

Max knows that he's in the dog house and is sleeping in Dave's chair. He knows I'm really ticked at him. I'm ashamed to admit this, but part of me even thought about getting rid of him, but I know I won't because I promised him and all of them for that matter, that this is his forever home. He was dumped before, I'm not about to do it again. I'm just thankful that Peanut wasn't injured or even worse. I'm not sure if I could have kept that promise if she was. I hate myself for having even thought of it, that's not me. Thankfully it's a decision I didn't have to make, hopefully I never will.

Thankfully we made it safe for them to be in the bedrooms and not be bothered by any of the dogs by putting baby gates on the doorways of each room. This morning the one to our room was open though and she wandered in, something she normally doesn't do especially if he's in the room, at least not that I have seen.

Hopefully something like this will never happen again, but I will have to be really diligent to make sure it never does. I don't want to lose either one of them.