I have just finished an hour of grueling therapy, and my legs feel like noodles. The therapy guide is very encouraging, and that is a big change from the previous place. Then is was more of the same every session, and no feedback on my progress, if any. Maybe before snow begins I will be done.
We are having problems about the new neighbor's dog, barking and charging at the old old cats. If he gets into the field where the horse is, barking and chasing, that will be the end of him, I think. I remember one other family, this was several years ago, who owned a Doberman, Ernie. He was friendly and would play fetch until your arm gave out. But unfortunately he grabbed anything in the yard and tore it up (kids' toys), chase the ball when someone was playing basketball, would chase and knock down the small kids, tear up picnic stuff, plates and food if it was within reach, and on and on. When he got very pushy, one of the other neighbors would tie him to the owners' front door knob when they were letting him run loose while they were gone. They did this over and over, the woman would say "Oh, everyone loves him, he wouldn't hurt a flea". Finally came the day, they got home to find Ernie's collar tied to their front door. The last time anyone saw him. Everyone sighed in relief, and no one ever knew who did what with Ernie.