The afternoon from Hell for Susie. The humane society won't take an animal that is being surrendered for biting if the bite was recent, it has to be taken to the city pound. We were told that euthanasia is the only answer after a 10-day quarantine. The map to the pound has the wrong hours, the place closed early on Monday. So she took this dog back home, sad beyond measure at the outcome ahead, that she couldn't get it over with today. I told her she could put him in a muzzle except when he's eating. She doesn't think that is any kind of a life, but perhaps tonight she'll think it over.

She knows about a co-worker of mine who has inoperable cancer and has three dogs. They're older, gentler than her young large lab (who lives with me now because he knocks her flat) and I think Susie has decided that when that woman decides the time has come to find a home for them, that she'll step forward. Offering relief for my coworker, to know that the pack is still together.

What an afternoon. Storms brewing. I need to run another quick errand then put the truck in the garage. One more ride for Zeke.

SRS