“Remoted” – Workday 35/Day 44 (Wednesday)

It was sunny all the way until 5:00. Then, when work was finished and I could go out and enjoy the sunshine, it was hidden behind heavy cloud cover and it’s dark and gloomy (again). Even though Accuweather doesn’t predict rain, it feels like it might, and really soon, so mowing the lawn, which is suddenly lush in some spots, is out. The meditative, leisurely mow is much preferred over the “oh shit, it’s raining and it’s not even half done” frantic pace of mowing.

In the news of the weird department, Moose, whose sole and singular purpose in life until today has been eating – breakfast, supper, and every possible time in and around those times, is suddenly boycotting his food. Most of it, anyway. He still likes the wet food meatball his morning pill for the Cushing’s disease goes into, and he is a complete treat addict, but the dry food that he usually devours with gusto seems to hold no interest. I even tried hand feeding it to him, but in the end it was leftover plain rice for Moose’s breakfast. 

I dunno. These two "different" flavors
of dog food look the same to me.

Thinking maybe he’s tired of it when he again refused the “Grilled Steak and Vegetables” mix at supper time, the recently arrived 30-pound bag of “Roasted Chicken, Rice and Vegetables” was opened. I’m no dog food connoisseur, but the two mixes look the same to me. So much so, that I even put some of each in a ramekin to compare up close and side by side for scientific observation. I can’t see a difference but I’m not going to taste it to further explore the issue. While Winston had already inhaled his supper and was exploring a small amount of the new food, Moose wasn’t especially interested in the newly opened mix, either. It’s a point of concern right now, but if this lasts much longer, it will be straight out worry and a call to the vet. 

Every day this poor plant
is ravaged a bit more.

Meanwhile, out in the yard, Chuck, the resident groundhog, undeterred by eggshells and coffee grounds, was seen dining in the flower bed, decimating the plant that bears the dark purple flowers (when it’s lucky enough to be allowed to grow). The wire fencing from Amazon to encircle the flower bed can’t get here quickly enough, and hopefully it will work. Chuck looks puffy, but I’ve seen the fluffy furball fit into some small spots when fleeing under the shed. Hopefully the wire will work. If I can hurry up and finish the orange juice, I can use the container to make a little device to encircle and protect what’s left of the plant. Time to drink up. This is when housemates would be handy to hand off some of the juice drinking.