A profound sense of deja vu...

I am now the babysitter of a large blonde dog named Crystal. Crystal has tags, but her people are not at present answering the phone. Luckily, her vet is my vet, so if I can't get a hold of the proper monkeys, we'll go there in the morning.

Crystal was hanging out with a big red dog when I found her, but he ran off rather than come in for tea.

Here a dog, there a dog...

So far we've learned that Crystal knows "shake" and "roll over", is impressively tolerant of Gretchen's Scrappy Doo-antics, has zero interest in cats, and likes strawberries. Truly a dog of virtue and distinction.

And her phone has been busy as long as I tried to call, so perhaps she lives with primitive cave-monkeys with dial-up.

A bad picture of a dog in a messy living room: