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I got a fair bit of stuff done today.

I got up at a very reasonable 6:30am, showered, and took my car to Canadian Tire for (another) alignment. The whole process took less than an hour, so I just waited at a nearby Tim Horton's and had breakfast with a lemon poppy seed muffin which startled me by having some sort of cream cheese filling that I was not expecting. It tasted just fine, but it was weirdly jarring nonetheless. This just tells me that my capacity for dealing with unexpected change is now in the negative numbers.

Once the car was organized, I drove to Cornwall (the nearest large town, although it might technically count as a city? Hang on, I will go look that up. *two minutes later* It's a city. Okay. Moving on.) to go to Home Depot and finally bite the bullet on getting a riding lawn mower. I did a bit of research into the various options, and even though they cost a bit more money, I settled on a John Deere. All the reviews of the more inexpensive models boiled down to the same thing: "It's not worth it, just get a John Deere and have done." Mostly all the other models seem to have poor warranties, lack servicing options, have parts that are hard or impossible to get, or just continuously break down. So I got a John Deere, and it will be delivered on Thursday.

I had a rather circular conversation with the nice young lady serving me at Home Depot. She was a tiny, wispy thing, probably of Indian origin based on her accent and the bracelets adorning her wrists (although I couldn't swear to it), and the poor thing spoke barely above a whisper and had the maddening habit of looking anywhere but at me when she spoke. This may have been cultural or just a personality quirk, but either way, it was not ideal. Long-time readers will remember that I am rather hard of hearing, and so people who speak quietly and/or face away from me when they speak are my kryptonite.

Conversely, she seemed to have a lot of trouble understanding me as well. I asked about financing options, to see if I could avoid having to shell out another $5k right on the spot (everything is so expensive, goddamn), and she agreed and brought me over to customer service.

Her: "You want to finance or use credit card?"

Me: "I'd like to see if I qualify for financing so I don't have to put it on my credit card, please."

Her: "So you use your own credit card?"

Me: "No, I'd like to get financing."

Her: "You want a credit card?"

Me: "Well, Home Depot gives you one with financing, right?"

Her: "Yes."

Me: "Great. Let's do that!"

Her: "Okay, so you go over to the cash and you pay with your credit card now."

Me: "So... you can't do the financing?"

Her: *blank look*

We were saved by another employee named Ariel (I don't know the name of the first woman because she didn't have a name tag), who was able to walk us through the process, thank goodness. It took a while, but now I can pay off the mower over the next 12 months instead of all in one go, with no interest unless I exceed those 12 months.

I had to pop back to Canadian Tire after that because they had neglected to give me the readout for the alignment, and luckily they still had it in their system (apparently the machine doesn't keep it beyond the one reading, but they hadn't had another client in for an alignment yet, or at least that's how I understood it). I sent the readout to Steve the Wonder Mechanic, and he is of the opinion that the dealership simply never did an alignment on my car back in the day. What they did with my car when they kept it for a full 36 hours and charged me $150 for the privilege is beyond me at this point. I am going to have to rally some spoons from somewhere in order to fight them on this and get reimbursed for the work and for the brand new winter tires that they wrecked due to their negligence.

Anyway, I finally made it home five-ish hours after I'd left, put in a load of laundry (everyone clap, please!) and set about continuing to unpack my bedroom. As of right now I am STILL not done (goddamn), but I am down to "only" my books and office supplies (I think, there might still be a surprise lurking in one of those boxes), so I am optimistic I can get that done in the next few days. Ideally I'd like to finish that tomorrow evening when I get home, because I have to go to Ottawa back to my old house.

This is because, in Oh-My-God-There-Is-Still-Moving-Drama news, my old landlords have informed me that, even though I still technically live in the old place, they are going to start showing it to prospective tenants right away. Since it's currently a goddamned disaster in there, I am going to head out tomorrow as early as possible to try to at least tidy up all the garbage and crap that got left behind after the move, and fill up the car with some of the stuff I still want to bring to the new house. That was part of the plan for these coming two weeks anyway, but I had kind of assumed that I'd have more time to get the house pulled together before my landlords swooped in to get prospective new tenants who will likely be paying a LOT more rent than me. I don't like having to work on their timeline, but here we are, I guess. Here's hoping that I can get the house pulled together enough that they aren't going to try to gouge extra money out of me just because they can.

*lies on the floor*

My drama is so very low stakes compared to what's going on in the world, but it's very stressful on a personal level, I promise you. :P

Speaking of stressful, the poor quail had what one might call a Heckin' Escapade yesterday. KK took the dogs out before I got home from my night shift for their usual morning romp. What we didn't know is that Freeloader, the rooster whose life continues to be spared while we get settled in, had taken advantage of the door to his hutch not being latched properly (that one's on me) and gone walkabout (flapabout?). Apparently he hadn't gone far and was just bopping happily around in the grass, foraging away. At least he was, until the Brittanies got hold of him.

Fun fact about Brittanies, they are hunting dogs, specifically a versatile breed, meaning they both point AND retrieve, and because they are retrievers, they have what's called a "soft mouth," meaning that they will hold game birds in their mouths without biting down on them (because hunters don't want to have their birds chewed up by their dogs). Pixie grabbed Freeloader first and took off with him. KK forced her to drop him, only to have Peggy snatch him up immediately afterward. Poor Freeloader got exchanged from dog to dog a couple of times until KK was finally able to confiscate him and put him back in his hutch, where he hunkered down, the picture of wet, slobbery misery, but completely uninjured because the dogs were very gentle with him, comparatively speaking.

Honestly I fully expected him to die of shock, but he has hung in there until tonight, although he is a deeply unhappy and traumatized camper. I haven't heard him crow once since I got home, and he's usually extremely vocal. He has been eating and drinking, though, so I think there's no permanent harm done. And, well, he is going to get the metaphorical axe at some point, once I get my shit together.

Oh, and in the midst of all of this, the weight management clinic called today, and I am scheduled for the Pre-Surgery 2 class next Tuesday, and an in-person appointment with the surgeon on the following Thursday. That means that they are very likely ready to schedule me for surgery ASAP, which of course is something of a problem given that KK is having surgery in just over two weeks' time. OOPS. I'm sure that if I explain the situation they will be sure to schedule me further out, but my goodness, what ridiculous timing. I also have to go get more bloodwork done (so. much. bloodwork.) at the hospital, which means getting up at the asscrack of dawn so that I don't have to spend the entire day waiting in the hospital, because if you get there after 6:30am you have a guaranteed wait of at least two hours, if not three or four, and I for one do not want to spend half the day just waiting in a hospital for a blood draw. Blech. I have a lot of stuff to get done, after all.

I am torn between going tomorrow morning super early since I have to go to the house afterward anyway, or going on Friday. I think I might go tomorrow because that way it will light a fire under my ass and force me to do things. The only "problem" with that is that tomorrow is KK's in-office day, which means the dogs will be home alone for most of the day. But if I go stupidly early and get a lot of cleaning done before, say, noon, I might be able to get home by 2pm, which would get me here in time to dose Rika with her epilepsy meds AND be on time for my therapy appointment at 2:30 (did I mention I have a lot going on lately?). But in order to go tomorrow morning I will need to leave here at 5:30am to get to the hospital at 6:30, and, just, ugh. But it's for the greater good, I guess. Blargh.

And now, it's time for bed, especially if I need to be up in time to leave at 5:30. Catch you on the flip side, friends!

Current Mood: busy

mousme

I managed about six hours of sleep today, which is more than I've averaged in the past few months, but I am still revoltingly tired. I got spoiled over the past couple of years of not working 12 hour shifts anymore, and got used to getting seven to eight hours a night far more regularly. I got used to not being nearly as sleep-deprived, and now I am paying for it, because I'm just not coping well with it at all. I used to be able to get things done even with next to no sleep in my system, but now it appears I can't get away with it anymore.

I either need to get more sleep or build my tolerance back up. I'd rather the former, but the way things are going it will probably have to be the latter.

I feel as though I don't have anything useful to say tonight, so this may be a short entry. I have ambitious (but hopefully not TOO ambitious) plans to spend the next two weeks getting the new house fully unpacked and the old house fully cleaned up. Since there's no air conditioning at the old house, my cunning plan is to check the weather ahead of time and to go on the days when it's coolest out so that I don't swelter to death while trying to get the place presentable again.

And in continuing The World Is On Fire news, there's been severe flooding in Texas, with 82 confirmed dead and the toll still rising. There's a lot of finger-pointing going on about why there wasn't more warning about the flooding, particularly from the National Weather Service. There are accusations that the huge cuts to the NWS are responsible for the lack of warning, but from what I can tell the NWS still managed to do its job in spite of all the cuts, so I'm not sure what's happening there. No matter which way you slice it, this is a horrific tragedy (especially since many of the victims are children), and it can be laid at the feet of the various administrations who've been blithely ignoring climate change for decades.

The wildfire season is going strong in the Western part of Canada, too. They had to close Kelowna Airport earlier today due to wildfire activity, but hopefully it won't remain closed long. At least we've had a fair bit of rain in my area in the past couple of weeks. It's kept things a bit cooler and allowed everything to grow, including, alas, my lawn. I have about 3.5 acres of lawn now (interspersed with trees and outbuildings), and no lawn mower except my tiny electric weed whacker, which is very obviously not up to that task. So on the list of things to do this week is acquire a riding lawn mower, hopefully at a reasonable price, because I am very quickly running out of money.

Speaking of which, I should fill out my time sheets so I can get paid for my shift work. Catch you on the flip side, friends!

Current Mood: awake

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My schedule is such that the week of night shifts has the unenviable feature of having the bulk of the week's hours scheduled in the last three days of the rotation. Because I work seven nights in a row and the weekend shifts are twelve hours long, it means I work thirty-two hours from Monday to Thursday, and then thirty-two hours from Friday to Sunday, and so that last weekend stretch is pretty brutal. The good news is that, since we are now early Sunday morning, I have made it past the halfway mark, and am now at roughly the 3/4 mark. Five-ish more hours left tonight, and then tomorrow's twelve hours, and then I am done!

Starting Monday morning, I will have two weeks to get my shit together before I go back to work, and sixteen days before KK's surgery is scheduled. That means getting the house fully unpacked and functional, but also getting to the old house in order as well. I need to bring over the rest of the stuff that's still there, get the place cleaned from top to bottom, and find someone to fix the walls in the basement that my cats damaged back in the day, and the wall that KK put a hole in when we were moving.

I also need to book my car to get my wheels aligned *again*, this time at Canadian Tire, at the suggestion of Steve the Wonder Mechanic. Hopefully they can get it done, unlike the dealership who were content to let the misalignment wreck my brand new winter tires and then gaslight me about it. If it does turn out that it can't be done, then I have to consider whether it's worth it to get the car fixed (the dealership quoted me about $6,000, which I think is inflated bullshit), or if I might finally have to bite the bullet and get myself a new or new-to-me car. I cannot emphasize enough how much I DO NOT WANT another car. 1) I love my Yaris. 2) I haven't had to make car payments in 9 years, which has been really good for my finances. Having to devote anywhere from $300 to $600 a month on car payments would take a serious chunk out of an already incredibly tight budget (I honestly don't know where I'd get the money), and I'd really rather not do that the same year I bought a freaking house.

God, being an adult sucks sometimes.

Because I'm on night shifts, I need to resist the temptation to draw up a Grand Plan(TM) for how I'm going to get everything done in the best and most perfect way in the next two weeks. My reach always exceeds my grasp, and then I just give up when things don't go to plan, which I can't actually afford. I need to get stuff done and can't let myself get paralyzed by whatever nonsense my brain decides to come up with in the meantime.

I don't want to curse myself, but so far tonight's shift has been on the calmer end of things. I've been listening to audiobooks again this month, after falling off the wagon for a couple of months. I started with the King's Lake mystery series, continuing with the stories that originally only starred D. C. Smith and which now feature most of the supporting cast from those novels. In the last couple of days I allowed myself to be "influenced" by advertising and started listening to a horror/mystery series called Oracle and narrated by Joshua Jackson, which has been surprisingly a lot more enjoyable than I thought they might be (which is why I'm still listening).

So on that note, I shall go back to my listening and wait for this night shift to finish. Catch you on the flip side, friends!

Current Mood: working

mousme

There's a lot of emphasis put on various practices these days that are meant to lend themselves to being a healthy, functioning person in society, and I am bad at all of them. You're supposed to have a number of personal practices: mindfulness, gratitude, journaling, the works, and I have yet to be able to do any of these things regularly or consistently. I don't consider posting to DW/LJ a journaling practice for myself, because I don't write these entries with a goal of better understanding myself or anything.

I think I'm lacking something fundamental that allows other people to do this. I find breathing/mindfulness/meditation horrendously boring a lot of the time, and even when I try to do it regularly, I inevitably forget after a couple of days, even with alarms set on my phone. The thing with setting alarms is, if I set too many of them to remind me of things, they just become more background noise after a while.

I've also never had any of the skills that other people seem to have. I can't keep house, I don't enjoy exercise or indeed a lot of other things that most people seem to find enjoyable. I don't cope with stress in socially acceptable ways. Some people compulsively clean, or go for a run, or channel their stress in positive ways. I just overeat or disappear into some storytelling medium (books, movies, video games, television, whatever). Ignoring reality is a lot easier than doing anything about it.

I don't even like people the same way that other people seem to. Many years ago I came to the conclusion that I'm asexual, but recently (somewhere in the past five years, maybe?) I've decided that I have to be aromantic as well, because I don't think I've ever experienced romantic attraction in the way that other people describe it. Have I been romantically involved with people anyway? For sure. But I feel the same intensity of attachment to my friends as I do to my romantic partners, and I don't particularly differentiate between the two.

Anyway, it's 3am on a night shift, so I'm thinking weird thoughts. Usually 3am on night shifts results either in weird thoughts or else in grandiose plans to change everything about my life for the better, usually in the form of new planners or to-do lists, but I think that since I moved I don't have the brain space to create brand new plan to live a perfectly organized life.

So right now I'm just wondering how the hell "normal" people can have their shit together the way they do. It can't be THAT hard if millions of people do it every day without thinking about it, but also I appear to be incapable of getting my shit together in a meaningful way, so it does appear to be pretty hard. I don't know, I just find it all very perplexing.

I've been fighting a headache since I got to work, and although Tylenol is taking the edge off, I am really looking forward to going home in a few hours. I still have two twelve-hour shifts ahead of me this weekend, and I am tired just thinking about it. The longer commute has been a challenge because I've been so sleep-deprived for so long. I'm hoping that, since I have ten days off work starting Monday morning, I'll be able to "catch up" on some sleep and get myself better rested, just in time to be relegated to the cot in the living room for three weeks, but beggars can't be choosers, I guess.

So, yeah. Apologies for the very disjointed entry. Maybe tomorrow I will have something better and more coherent to say. Catch you on the flip side, friends!

Current Mood: sore

mousme

I got caught at work this morning by a series of bomb threats leveled at six Class A airports across the country. I'm allowed to talk about it a bit because it hit the news pretty early on today. Luckily it was all false alarms, but I ended up staying an hour past the end of my shift. To say things were busy would be putting it mildly: the phone was ringing off the hook with calls from airports, from various internal departments, from our Director General, basically everyone and their cousin. It was a rather intense hour of overtime, I must say.

I had originally planned to stop by the vet to pick up more flea and tick medication for the dogs, and I also needed to pick up a couple of things from a local store, and I didn't want to put any of it off longer than I had to, especially the flea and tick meds. We live in the country now, and KK already found a stray tick in the house (not on any of the pets, luckily, and it didn't look like it had fed before it got terminated with extreme prejudice), so I want to make sure all the beasties are as well protected as I can manage.

So, long story short, by the time I got home it was 10:30, and I only got to sleep by about 11:30. Then I forced myself to get up at 16:00 so KK (with a bit of assistance from yours truly) could finish up the Murphy bed build. And finish we did! We put the doors on the desk/shelving part of the unit, and it is DONE. I didn't get a chance to set up my computer, so that is a problem for tomorrow!me, but I did manage to zip out to the slightly larger town for groceries. We live closer to a smaller town, but there is no grocery store there, which kind of defeats the purpose of going there to get groceries.

As a result, I am running on relatively little sleep, and I just realized that tomorrow morning at 9:00 I have a Ministry & Counsel meeting, so there won't be much sleep then either. At least I'll be able to "sleep in" during the evening if I want, until 8:00 or 9:00 pm even, if it's really necessary. Since I'm working 12 hour shifts all weekend, I will probably do that. Now that the bedroom is "ready" for sleep, I'll be able to cuddle up with the dogs to sleep, too, which is pretty great. The Brittanies are champion cuddlers, and as long as they are with me they are pretty happy to sleep quietly until I'm ready to get up. They may be hooligans, but they are also very sweet. To quote the internet of old: "They're good dogs, Brent."

In political news, it looks like the USA has voted to drastically cut its already pretty terrible medical system (Medicare and Medicaid) in favour of tax cuts, supposedly in the name of reducing fraud or waste, but in reality it's just... I don't know. It's definitely tax cuts for the wealthy, but I think there's a side order of "the cruelty is the point" and probably a lot of eugenics in there as well. The most vulnerable people use Medicare/Medicaid: the elderly, the very young, and the chronically disabled. So I assume the plan is to have a bunch of vulnerable people just... die, I guess. *sigh*

Current Mood: tired

mousme

I know if's not malicious, but dear God I am so tired of KK breaking my stuff. So far the tally is three (3!) of my antique dining room chairs, a hole in the wall of the old house, and today she shattered the glass of one of my framed art pieces. The chairs are the most expensive part of it, since I'm going to have to find someone who can repair them with the proper technique and materials. I have eight chairs in total, and most of them are in kind of rough shape anyway (the legs are loose on most of them), but we're running out of places for guests to sit when they visit, goddamn.

Like I said, it's not malicious, but I can't help but notice she never breaks any of her own stuff, it's always something of mine, and it's getting under my skin a little bit these days. Again, it's one of those things that probably wouldn't bother me under normal circumstances, but my emotional resilience is at an all-time low and so it's hard not to take everything personally. I can't even be truly angry about the art frame, because it was propped up against a wall in my bedroom, and she knocked it over while helping to build the desk portion of my Murphy bed, so I can't get mad about it because she was under no obligation to help me in the first place.

*lies on the floor*

The good news is that the Murphy bed and desk are about 90% done. There are two sets of doors left to attach (one to the bottom of the desk, one to one of the shelves), and then I will be all set! The desk is finicky to put back in because that part of the unit isn't secured to the wall the way the bed is, and I have to give it a bit of a hard yank in order to engage the mechanism properly to push it into the unit, but that pulls the whole thing away from the wall. KK is thinking we may need to improvise and anchor it either into the wall (we have a few anchoring pins) or to the bed portion, which is itself already anchored to the wall. Otherwise, apart from having to figure out how to access the electrical outlet (it's a tiny bit of a narrow space), I am almost ready to unpack all my computer stuff and work out the best configuration for it all. I am low-key pretty excited to get my room fully unpacked and functional so that I'm not surrounded by a sea of boxes all the time.

The bed itself is surprisingly comfortable, and although adding the fake doors to it has made it a lot heavier, it's still pretty easy to put up and pull down. The only hassle is that I have to strip the pillows and bedclothes off each time I want to put it up, because it won't fit otherwise, and then I need to remake the bed afterward. It's annoying, but I remember doing this for a year or so when I first started working in Ottawa when I was renting a room that was almost the same size. Long-time readers may remember the fun fact that the Murphy bed in that room actually blocked the access to the door in the room, effectively locking me in every time I wanted to sleep. It was twelve-ish years ago, but I remember that, while it was a bit annoying to have to strip the bed every day, it also wasn't the end of the world.

My goal now is to get the house fully functional by July 23rd, which is when KK is scheduled to have her surgery and her aunt will be coming to stay with us. I don't want to have an older woman (and a guest!) being forced to navigate around boxes and other chaos the whole time. It will just make everything much easier if I have everything unpacked and in its place by then.

So that's it for the lengthy and very boring update about the bed/house.

Outside of my tiny sphere of influence, the world has been getting progressively more... I can't think of a good adjective for it. But yeah, everything continues to be on fire, both literally and metaphorically. The US appears to have gone to war with Iran, except maybe not, except probably yes? Either way, World War III hasn't quite erupted yet. Climate change continues to wreak havoc on everything from wildfires to wild swings in temperature locally. Ukraine is still embattled and the US appears to be withdrawing the support it had promised in exchange for mineral rights. The current Liberal government in Canada has decided to focus more on defense spending rather than, say, I don't know, investing in ANY of the current crises we're facing (housing, cost of living, collapsing health care, collapsing education, neglected indigenous communities, etc.), which is super fucking dandy. That's what we get for voting for a Conservative in Liberal clothing, I guess. Better than Poilievre, but my God, we had some better progressive alternatives and we STILL couldn't bring ourselves to vote outside of the binary. For fuck's sake.

*sigh*

I may try to write a longer post about external events. I know that everyone is dying to hear the next installment of the Murphy Bed Saga, but I also use this space as a way to document things for myself, so I think it's important for me to write down at least some impressions of what's happening in the wider world so that when I read back in a few years, I'll have some idea of what the fuck was happening during this time.

Current Mood: working

mousme

Happy post-Canada Day! I had to go to work in the midst of the craziness that is downtown Ottawa just as the fireworks were ending. Absolute madness, but I was able to get through thanks to a letter from my manager explaining that I'm an essential worker and a (mostly) understanding police officer. Now I just have to get through this night shift without falling asleep at my desk.

The building of the Murphy bed is an ongoing saga. It is a huge undertaking for people who aren't accustomed to doing such things on the regular. My friends Dylan and Sarah came over on Saturday to help me build it, and by the end of the day only the upright cupboard part of the bed was built and anchored to the wall, so I had to sleep on the cot one more night. Sarah came back on Sunday and we got the bed part built enough that I was able to sleep in it that night, but we still weren't done. She came back today, and we were able to add the "doors" that make the Murphy bed look like a wardrobe when it's folded up (they are not functional doors, for the record), and also put together the shelving portion of the built-in desk part of it. We are still not done.

I'm on nights this week, so I got about two hours of sleep before Sarah came over, and then KK let me take a nap in her room later, so I'm chugging along on about four-ish hours of sleep in total. I haven't been much help in building my own bed, mostly because Sarah kept kicking all of us out of the room, preferring to work on her own for most of the time, but also because I've been trying to get a million things done at once, which is working about as well as you'd expect.

I'm cautiously optimistic that once the Murphy bed is completely built I'll start getting more on top of things, because I'll be able to fully unpack my bedroom and hopefully get it set up for maximum efficiency, and from there I'll be able to keep going in the rest of the house. The kitchen and living room are a bit more unpacked now, but we're nowhere near done.

I also need to take several days to go back to the old house to clear out the remaining stuff from there, clean the place from top to bottom, and then hopefully find someone relatively inexpensive to repair the basement walls. Longtime readers will remember that my cats did not react well to the stress of moving many years ago and had peed extensively in the basement, damaging the walls to the point where the bottom of the drywall had to be cut away in many places. I may try repairing it myself, since it's just a question of getting drywall cut to the correct dimensions, screwing it in place, and then screwing some shiplap over it (I think it's called shiplap, it's basically cheap white wooden slats). It doesn't have to be done well, it just needs to be done.

All right, time to get back to work. Catch you on the flip side, friends!

Current Mood: busy

mousme

Welp, I fell off the face of the planet, at least posting-wise. It has been A Time, friends. I still don't have a fully functional bed, all my computer gear and office stuff is still in boxes, and the old house still needs me to go back and do a whole lot of tidying and cleaning. I am not excited about that at all.

The new house is great, but we are still awash in a sea of boxes, and it's been very slow going to unpack it all. It would probably have gone faster if I were better rested, but until last night I was sleeping on a very uncomfortable camping cot. KK keeps insisting the cot is comfortable, because she slept on it for one night last year, but that has honestly not been my experience.

KK is scheduled for her bariatric surgery on July 23rd. Her aunt is coming to stay with us for two or three weeks to help out, since I can't get enough time off work to help her post-surgery. Since we don't have a guest room, her aunt will have to stay in my room, and I'll be relegated back to the godawful cot again for the duration, and in the living room to boot, meaning I won't have access to any of my stuff and will likely have to live out of a suitcase or a box of some kind. I can't say I'm looking forward to that, since three weeks of terrible sleep and constant body pain is really going to put a crimp in my ability to function, especially since I'll still have to go to work during that time.

I really, really hope that the surgery is successful and that KK starts being more functional soonish. She's been doing progressively less and less around the house while producing more and more work for me, and I don't think I can go on like this indefinitely. I can manage myself pretty well, but I can't manage the both of us on my own.

On the plus side, our property is filled with fireflies, and the frogs in our small pond sing to us all night. The dogs are thrilled to bits to have so much room to romp around, too. It's pretty sweet. :)

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