Today, there are yard sales and bake sales and Dunster Market, and I hope I can attend all of them!
Yesterday, I was up at 6 am as usual. I am not always outside walking a tiny weiner dog at that time, but I felt I wanted to get this photograph before Rocky went home.
Yes, "Dachshunds on Tractors" is a THING! (Google that
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As Rocky's owner, Montana, said, "If it wasn't before, it is NOW."
Photo: Cory Lamming
This weekend, or at least today, we have Casey, Eirwen, Finnick, Darby, Sophie, Trixie, Tiger, and Spike. Down to the proverbial "dull roar", I'm coping very well.
The tightness in my chest never goes away altogether, but that also is down to a dull roar, so to speak. At least I am now on a path to figure it out, or be told that it's nothing.
About twenty years ago, I reported to a doctor with chest pain, and he said that it was indigestion. Fast forward to when I had a lacunar stroke in 2019: different doctor. The investigation of that (with EKG) showed that "at some point", I had had a minor heart attack with 
"some" damage to the heart. I've sometimes wondered, but in the meantime have felt robustly healthy most of the time.
A new EKG, yet another doctor, confirmed the cardiac history. Oh, if only we could see inside ourselves. Wait … I guess we can, thanks to modern health sciences. Not exactly looking forward to this path.
In case you don't know me by now, I am modest/shy, embarrassed by this kind of attention, and a wee bit scared.
I'm up good and early this Saturday morning. I am not rising as early as when there were 20+ dogs boarding. Still, it's 6:30 as I write this, and all the dogs are fed, their water refreshed, beds tidied. Everyone is reassured. (It's no wonder that the parrot Zeus went home asking, "Are you okay?" I guess I ask this of the cats and dogs quite regularly. 
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Rocky will go home soon, after his owner's nursing night shift. Beau, a gentle big white dog, is arriving soon. The net result is still a manageable number, though I still struggle with saying "no" to many.
Hope your day is manageable too, and likewise full of joy and reasonably good health. If it's not such a good day, I hope it gets better.
Love, Ann
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