There was no damage to house or yard when we got home tonight. The fencing off of the porch worked, and little Whatsit seemed to be marginally less freaked out. I obtained a list of ways to cope with separation anxiety and we'll try some of them out this weekend.
We have got to decide on a name. My current favorites are Maxine and Positron. John likes Beta and Kunigunde. Okay, I made that last one up. Not the name, that's a perfectly normal if archaic German name, but he's not seriously considering it. He keeps trying out various names on the dog, and she doesn't particularly respond to any of them. I guess Molybdenum is right out. And Elvis.
I dropped my Speech class today. Boy, am I relieved. I'm a little surprised at how relieved. But the intensity of the feeling does convince me I was absolutely correct in my decision. I think I get 80% of my fee back. Gosh, what will I do with my riches? I'm sure that $26.40 will burn a hole in my pocket, you bet.
Sei gave me a little bonsai tree for my birthday and it, too, is a victim of the dog integration scheme. Part of it broke off and I'm trying to salvage it by wrapping the trunk back together with wire. I've never had a bonsai tree before. I love the miniaturization of it. When I was a kid I used to adore making dioramas, and decorating cardboard boxes with tiny scenes where everything would be lifesize if you were 3 inches tall. I never had a dollhouse, or many dolls, but I had lots of ceramic animals, wooden animals, and plush animals. I made corrals for the horses and donkey out of toothpicks, cut up fabric to make tiny pillows and beanbags for the dogs and cats, and put my penguins on a small mirror to mimic ice. I couldn't think of how to make snow for them, so they just lived on a mirror. The bonsai makes me want to do one of those dioramas on my mantelpiece. Maybe I should get out the plastic dinosaurs....
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