Its official. My dog has a mechanical world view.

She is a believer in causality.  Sarah Jessica Pee Pee here has learned that when she gulps down her entire bowl of water and then goes and sits by the door that I will take her for a walk.  Someone might try and point out here that she has me trained.  To which I defensively reply that I still have agency in this situation.  I don't always take her for a walk when she sits by the door.  Why, not too long ago I kept her in the apartment for three weeks straight.  Sure showed her who was boss...

In other dog-related news, her butt tumor is pretty much gone.  The vet promised as much, though he told me to keep track of its size.  I made a little tumor ruler out of an index card.  Its kept on the refridgerator (how do you spell that?) along with the Hollywood Bowl schedule.

Index cards keep my life from falling to pieces.  I write shopping lists on them.  To do lists.  And when I have to remind myself to move my car before street cleaning I fold one in half and set it next to my alarm clock as a little reminder teepee.

Okay, off to walk Pony.