Tuesday Evening

1. Out Shopping

Trudy decided that we needed supplies for tomorrow. Snacks for the recovering patient. Toilet paper because, well, you know. And doggie treats. The dog treats requirement always tilts the scales. It was almost 9pm, but she went anyway.

Peaceful shopping? the clerk asked her.

Why yes! she said.

Yep. Tuesday nights at Target, the clerk replied.

2. Bringing It Home

The dog first noticed her return, as he always does. And of course, there were treats involved. He barked loudly, and then I heard the front door open. It went something like this.

bark, Bark, BARK!

[sound of door opening]

Hello little doggie! I'm home.

Troooodie's home! I shouted from my chair in the study. It's a standard greeting around here, but this time something went wrong: on the extended oooo, I peed in my pants.

The physical therapist says that if I follow her workout regimen, that will go away in three to six months. I guess I need to reign rein in the standard greeting in the meantime.

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