D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

The two little houses set back from the street that were fixed up as rental properties when the slightly larger house next door was razed - along with the oak tree beside the front door - to give way to a giant McMansion? A succession of couples have inhabited them since then, most recently noticeably a guy who strips down cars in the driveway. Now there is a sign posted calling for neighborhood comment on a proposal to replace them both with an even more gigantic house. All comments will of course be ignored and it will be waved through. That's sad enough, but a vast old oak tree grows in the front yard. It's already lost limbs that were shading the new house next door, and it will assuredly be destroyed.

D.O.P.-T.

Bear is back from the vet's. Unfortunately they don't understand what they found. They've sent off samples for analysis, and he's lying sadly on my bed intermittently dripping bloody snot. I hope he feels better in the morning. He can't even go for walkies again till Thursday. At least I have him back, poor thing.