“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 774 (Friday) – boycotts and overlords

It was a day like no other. Just kidding. In many ways, it was a day like many others. At least as far as vacation days go.

Picky eater cast asides.

There was coffee, because a morning without coffee would not be pretty. Winston, Canine Overlord of The BungaLowell is becoming exceptionally particular with his food and has a new daily ritual of not eating his expensive prescription food unless there is something added – chicken, cheese, mixed vegetables, pumpkin puree. Something. 

This morning, breakfast was boycotted for three full hours before I realized the time and nuked some mixed frozen vegetables to add to the bowl. Even that was problematic, as indicated by the green beans tossed onto the floor and left in the bowl, but at least he had eaten and I could give him his insulin.

A scheduled vacation day travel excursion involved a round trip journey to the vet in Fitchburg. An insulated cooler bag with multiple ice packs was prepared. After achieving the quest items, the insulin was set into the cooler bag and the Heartgard was set in my purse. The reward for quest completion was a stop at the consignment store where a skirt was scored, a gas station where half a tank of gas was acquired, and Ocean State Job Lot where rice, capers, and cosmetics were bought, and where I forgot to look for pumpkin puree. Oops.

Back at home, there were a few hours to relax before it was time to head to dress rehearsal. During this time, the Canine Overlord chose to ignore me. Luckily for me, at his supper time he chose to eat his food with added mixed veggies without hesitation or the mess made at breakfast.

Winston the Aloof.

The Friday 5:30 pm drive to dance was quite different from the usual Sunday morning drive. It was expected the little journey might take longer, but the degree of delay was underestimated and I was racing in the door as almost everyone else was dressed and ready to dance. I hate being late-ish, but it was alright. We ran the dances several times and then we scattered to the winds until tomorrow.

Back at home again, Winston greeted me briefly, went outside, then retired to his living room bed to ignore me for a couple more hours, making it a night like most others. So much for all those adopt a pet heartstring plucking memes about having a pet to cuddle. 

Winston the Aloof was cuddly when Moose was around and he was competing for attention, but now that he is an only pet, he has no use for it. Winston came when it seemed that Moose needed a buddy. Maybe Winston needs a buddy.