Today Miss Gretchen went on her first big (a mile, at least) walk. She even managed to take large portions of it in straight lines. And by the time we got home, she was falling down tired. The plan is to keep her falling down tired till mid-September when I can start her obedience training. :P
In addition to all the serious reasons to hate racism, I'm also annoyed because it limits the silly nicknames I can give my dog. Doggywog abbreviates so nicely into wog, but no--jackasses have ruined a perfectly good silly word. She'll just have to be a bop, I guess.
Before the walk I went climbing. Reader, I sucked. This is no surprise, since Monday was a good day. It took me four damn tries to send a V0 I've sent half a dozen times before. I made progress on a couple other problems, though, and was fortuitously present to stop the route-setting boy from taking down the V0 that my Monday-night clinic has been fighting with for weeks. I will be cranky if that vanishes before I send it.