The house of greatness. sort of.

Not much terribly exciting happening lately, but I'll just give an update anyway.
Today's activities included:

Approached by man, with one more dog than he usually has, in park who asks if I have seen this one dog before. Apparently he found it tied up to a fence in the park. Obviously it was abandoned, it was a puppy wearing a chewed up collar, tied to a fence in a park at 7am with no owner to be found after much searching. >:(

Continued training of new people at work. I know this is going to sound conceited, but I really think I'm doing a much better job than whoever trained me. Except the student in London, she was a great teacher. Anyway, my trainee today was the new PhD student, and she did swell. She has guinea pigs, she lets me come over and hold them. Now I reeeeaaally want guinea pigs >.<

Had lunch with labmate and adopted labmate. Ate sushi. Gave shrimp one to someone else.

Requested updated crayfish licence. I'm sure that will take WEEKS. Ugh!

Sewed large piece of fabric into curtain for stairway, to prevent heat escape, while watching a movie. Fabric was fairtrade AND on sale. I am a consumer masterpiece.

Went to Ikea, the Swedish castle of dreams, to purchase a foam mattress for the foldout bed. This is in preparation for the impending visit of Soontar. It looks like I'll be taking the foldout bed, because it is just about the same length I am. Well, what do you expect from a bed frame you find by the side of the road? Also at Ikea I scored a large rug from the bargain bin for 50 pence. WIN.

So, this post is mainly about how great I am, now that I read over it again. Ha ha ha. That's terrible. Let's switch to the Pie, and how great she is, instead.

Pie is so great, that she will stand on the back patio letting my neighbor's cat try to catch her tail, while a squirrel on the next patio over scurries around. Even when cat sees squirrel and runs after it, right in front of the Pie, the most excellent Pie merely watches. Astonishing, because she LOVES to chase squirrels, at the park. The Pie has more restraint than *I* do at times.

Pie is so great, she recently cut her paw slightly on some glass (presumably-its everywhere), and has to wear a sock taped over one foot outside. She does not like the sock. Does she resist? Does she try to remove it? NO. and if it does fall off, she will go back and pick it up and bring it to me, so I can carry the foul, wet thing for the rest of the walk...

Pie is so great, she brings joy to those at that-place-we-go-to-for-therapy-dog-stuff-that-I-can't-actually-name.

That's all, please enjoy basking in the glow of our presence. XD
Ha, to even it all out I guess I'll mention that I ate foul McDonald's on the way back from Ikea, and I thought evil thoughts about whomever blocked my driveway with their car, and that the Pie does in fact lick her butt.