. . . one back. Or maybe two steps. Or maybe more than that.
It looks like this morning’s presentation was a caboose and not the whole train.
This afternoon Bugs went at Fang to the point of Fang screaming and hissing and delivering a scratch to Bugs’s nose. When I put Fang back in Base Camp, I found Bugs had puked in there.
Fang is fine; he’s still up for more playing.
Bugs looks peaceful. Grooming. But I could brain him right about now. I am dispirited to the point of saying: I can’t read him at all.
I’m thinking about Monday. What are you thinking?