D.O.P.-T.

Pelting with rain this morning. We certainly need it. Unfortunately it means I can't just shut the housemate's dog out of the house while the cleaners do their thing. She's gone off for the day and left her study full of stuff he could knock over. And he hates the basement. So I guess he gets to be in her bedroom until they've done the back porch room, or vice versa. Just call me The Dog Wrangler.