It was intriguing to have this dogge be offered, given my great interest (alright, I admit,... obsession with) in the Ile of Dogges. It may be that he will be an inspiration to my research and work on the Ile. 

This final acceptance triggered a memory from long ago when I was in my early teen years. I was walking home from school and a great grey dog came walking up the sidewalk towards me. I waited and the dog came to me and without lifting his paws, placed his head on my shoulder. I was pleased that he was so sweet. I caressed and scritched and spoke with him for a good while, then he left to go his way. I never saw him again, though I had hopes. 

A few items, first, to give context; My time at home is spent in the 'yard'. I go indoors, if needful or feel like doing so. It is a shelter, useful in heavy rain, or to sleep, though I am often to be found sleeping in the yard (oftimes in the roomy tent), with one or all of three dogs aside me, (and me covered in misquito repellent, if not in the tent, lol). I have a small camper trailor, and rent the property and a larger trailor. This larger trailor and the source of my current injury, became over the years a storage area. (for awhuile I did not live here, but kept the place.) In the hallway of this place was a hole in the floor that I ignored; I walked over it. I did not fix it. (deliberate not so blind spot?)

Yesterday afternoon, this bit of 'reality' and I met closely, intimately. LOL  Me left leg all the way to me arse did go thru the floor and the leg through the piping underneath. After everything stopped moving, and I ascertained that nothing was broken, merely bruised and torqued,   I laughed at meself, here I am , a carpenter stuck up to hir arse in the floor of an area of hir own lair!

 Needless to say, a bit sore, and lesson learned *chuckle*

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