My dog the terminator.

I just heard Whiskey snapping his jaws. Looked up to see him catch a fly.

GOOD DOG!

We had a dobe who caught flies when I was young. I think it grossed mom out, but it was an awesome trait to have in a dog back in those pre-AC days.

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Ronan is now feverish. He took a second nap (unheard of) for a bit less than an hour. So we started our latest Netflix mail-love Escape from New York.

I may be sick, but I can still giggle.

Anyhow, Ronan woke up and was incensed that we were watching a movie, so we'll resume later. He's been medicated and is eating a popsicle.

I've also discovered that Schwan's delivers here. Mmmmm, so tempted to order strawberry fruit bars, fudge bars, orange push-ups, and root beer float bars.

I should be good. Tom already bought me popsicles for my sore throat. And picked up reuben fixings based on my feverish demands for corned beef and sauerkraut.