Pooch, gym

This morning Ali and I drove separately. Ali left a few minutes before me. As I was out by my truck, loading up my stuff, I saw a black lab looking dog walking loose down the road. Oh crap. The dog was literally walking right down the road. He saw me and came trotting up our driveway. He looked like a black lab – greyhound mix to my untrained eye. He was very friendly and came right up to me and let me pet him. He had a red collar on but no tags at all. He looked hungry so I went in and brought a bowl of water and food. He ate the first bowl of food before I had the truck packed up so I went back in and got him some more. I was a bit torn on what I should do. I could confine him in Nicki’s dog run area and call domestic animal services and have him picked up or let him be, hope he doesn’t become roadkill and finds his way back home. I chose the latter. So I said bye to the pooch as he was chomping down on bowl number two of food. I saw my neighbor walking his dog as I left and I stopped to tell him about it. He said he saw the same dog walking loose further up the road the day before. Ah great. Well if he is still hanging around our place when we get home we will have to take further action. He seemed like a real good dog.

Today was abs day again at the gym. And who else is back in the ab area when I arrive? The same woman whom I inadvertently blasted next to last week. Ah great. I didn’t feel as gaseous as last week but nonetheless I was extremely paranoid about keeping things under control. To have it happen again would be disastrous. To test the waters, I asked her if she was using the 25lb plate that was on the floor next to her and she said no I could have it, with no giggles or odd expressions. Cool, maybe we can act like it never happened, I would prefer it that way.