Dog update.

Little Walter Mitty is adapting well to life in retirement. Just now I went into the bedroom to get my laptop off the floor, and she followed, getting her rawhide bone off the bed. So now we're sitting on the couch, each pursuing our own obsessive activities. (I let her take the rawhide bone onto the bed because she seems to understand that "lights out" = "stop chewing." Old Miz Bailey couldn't get that. The desire to chew was just too strong.)

Walter Mitty does know "sit," "stay," "c'mon," and "dance" (which causes her to pirouette on her hind legs). No "lay down," though. We're working on "lay down." However, she has not yet learned another important skill for the 21st-century dog: how not to walk on the laptop. And she still barks a little too much, although each time she does it now she looks at me like "I know. I'm not supposed to do that. Sorry."