All Saints Day? 2006

. . . and I wait for the furnace repair person. Maggie and Geordie and I are glued to the house until he or she appears. It could be any time between noon and three. It is already one o'clock.

Geordie is curled up in his leopard-motif bed. Maggie is on her quilt, made by Barb Schuster, who is also responsible for all the Cairn Couture. (Oh, I must update that Terradog sub-site!)

Nun-of-the-Above Cairn Terrier
Sister Mary Margaret ("Maggie" for short), a Cairn Terrier quips, "It's getting to be a habit!" Barb Schuster, "Edith Head" of the k9 set designed these holy terrier threads.

Alas, the dogs' clarion call! The repair person has arrived! I thank Maggie for standing in for the doorbell that is all but obsolete. We chat for a bit, and I confine the dogs to the other side of the barrier. Still they barks. After all, that is where the action is.

Within ten minutes, Ron, the repairman, trudges throught the room and out the door with a little arachnoid-looking gadget (sans several legs) that is a heat sensor of sorts, and within minutes returns with an identical not-blown-out one.

He plugs it in, we exchange a few pleasantries, and presto: we're $239 poorer. The heat is on, and 70 degrees is so oppressive that I turn the thermostat down to 67. I'm used to it. Or maybe 65 with a blanket and warm socks.

Geordie is still leaping. Ron is here for so short a time that the novelty has not expired.

Then we walk through the 'hood before the rains come. The three of us pause to sample the almost-last of the figs in our neighbor's yard (with permission).
Then we come home. I do some pilates, and the Cairns do their yoga, which is pretty much limited to the poses named for their species: Downward Facing Dog
and Upward Facing Dog flawlessy, natch.

Think I'm going to work a little on an essay-- long overdue. Tomorrow I'd make some more designs for Holy Terrier Dogs.

À Demain,

Jill, Manya, Louis Geord-dan