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

Bear can only manage the shortest walk now, so we toddle slowly around the circular lawn where I sometimes blót on the way home. It's a pretty place, with shady trees planted around it; he snuffles in the dead leaves and mulch and pees on the shrubs. His eyesight is too bad to notice all the squirrels wreathing themselves around the treetrunks and darting from tree to tree.

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

We had a heatwave for Walpurgisnacht. The temperature shot up to the 90s and poor Bear lay panting alternately on my floor and the bed. I gave both dogs short solo walks and kept the water bowls filled.

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

Even hotter. Customers have been thronging the store because of our A/C.