Seriously. I just got home, and there is a dog here. Nobody else. I don’t know how long it’s been here, who put it here or what it wants. I have called people who may have put it here, but they are not answering their phones. I am prepared to consider that it put itself here, somehow.
Other additions are a bowl of dry dog food on the kitchen floor, next to a bowl of water, and a dog bone made from compressed hides. The dog keeps raising its eyebrows at me; I scratched its belly earlier and told it that I thought it was odd.
It’s big, about the size of a large twelve year old child. It’s a Bernese Mountain Dog, the same breed as my dog which lives at my parents’ house, though it is not my dog (I am perfectly capable of recognising my dog, thank you).
Also waiting for me when I got home was the new Metric album, ‘Live it Out’. I’m playing it now, the dog seems to like it.
Editopostofacto: My calendar tells me that today is Jewish New Year, so happy new year Jewish people! Maybe the dog is a Rosh Hashannah gift?
