This morning, my upstairs neighbor texted me to ask me if I could let Georgie out to pee because she was occupied with work and wouldn't be coming home at the usual time. The wee doggie and I get along well, so I was happy to socialize with him.
Georgie has a new toy, given to my neighbor by a cousin of hers (they are both immigrants from Northern Ireland) who isn't sympathetic to the MAGA agenda:
I have to confess that I enjoyed the toy more than Georgie did, there's something cathartic about throwing some ugly, ludicrous thing around the yard. Usually, when I throw something, it's beautiful and smart.