Still no Internet service at the house. A hopeful sign this morning was spotting the Fairpoint truck on my road. They've got two more days before I start paring a week off my monthly bill. Freyda continues to look imminent - I wouldn't have guess that her udder could get larger, but that bad-boy is HUGE. It looks like she will go first, with her mother a close second. And, since they are forecasting a nor'easter starting this evening, my guess is that she will have them tomorrow in the 12 inches of snow they are calling for. I finished the second lamb sweater this morning -- let's hope she doesn't have triplets!
Last night I came home to find that someone had eaten about a 2 foot by 2 inch portion of carpeting fiber. After doing a thorough search (during which I discovered all my missing pens) I had to figure that Bernie, my weird, nutty dog, had eaten the whole thing. During the next two and a half hours, I was back and forth on the phone with the vet's emergency service and squirting hydrogen peroxide down her gullet. I have never known a dog who could resist tossing her cookies for so long. Eventually, the whole soggy mess came up. I figure there was an orange-sized clump of carpeting fiber in her tummy. That would have been pretty darn awful had it worked its way through her system. Now we are just keeping a close eye on her. Since I figured that she did the damage out of pure angst -- her compadre has been kept in his crate while I'm gone (aka, Mr. Peebody) -- he is now free to roam with his belly band. Honestly -- I'm afraid to ask what's next.
If, by some miracle, my Internet service is back up tonight, I will download the pix I have taken of the QE2s. Right now, I am very happy to be in the safe normalcy of my office. I doubt anyone here will eat the carpet.