In which Rogue is the worst house dog on the planet. Friend came by to cut my hair and hang out and he literally cannot sit down or this happens. She was on his head and shoulders and biting his hair most of the visit until I put her away.
It looked pretty grey this morning and it was raining earlier so I took an umbrella on my walk. I used it for maybe five minutes, and the rest of the time carried it tucked under my arm because it didn’t really rain. It drizzled lightly and that was it.
One of the roads we usually walk on our loop was unusually busy. It turned out it was being used as a detour because of a road closure. There were about four police cars and an ambulance beyond the barricade, and I think something pretty bad must’ve happened.