I spent yesterday working on the murder case. The news is laden with mis-information about the case and my client. I’ve chosen one television station with which to do an interview. My client will be arraigned at 11:00 this morning and following that, I’ll meet with the news director and a reporter to straighten out some of the myths. More after my client’s initial appearance before a judge — yep we have Saturday and Sunday and Holiday arraignments here.
Yesterday I gave Chase a kiss on the nose and sent him off to Hobbs with friends who have Havanese and Tibetan Spaniels. It sure is quiet around here without him. I’ve decided not to send him to the Denver shows (eat $100+) because he has an assignation with a pretty brindle girl. Optimum lift-off will occur while he’s at the shows. I decided collecting and shipping was too much to ask of a friend who had only signed on to show him. So, hopefully, there will be Chaselets in Washington State in April.
Inca’s de-bark seems to have been successful and it is so much quieter around here. I’m having doubts that Holmes’ legs will ever be long enough to permit him to go downstairs. Carrying down is becoming very tricky because he likes to lick his ride. Stop it — you little cutie!
The painter finished in the kitchen yesterday. I love the accent wall color — it’s soft and glowing. I love it despite its name “Patty Cake”. The construction people have seen my mental health slowly deteriorate as the weeks-without-a-kitchen wear on. So yesterday when the painting was completed, they hooked up the washer and dryer for me. They will be moved out of the way so molding can be installed, but they were kind enough to bring them back piecemeal. I’ll call the head guy on Monday and thank him until he is embarrassed to tears — because I was reduced to tears when I was able to wash a load of clothing in my own home last night. Of course, I washed underwear because my supply has been significantly impacted by the furry underwear thieves.