A doe and fawn deer are waiting at the top of the hill during Monday morning's walk

February 12, 2018 - Monday evening

-3 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I figured I'd begin to write this tonight while waiting for Sargie to arrive home. She just called saying the car was shimmying all over the road. If it's anything more than a build up of ice in a wheel well, I'll be taking it somewhere tomorrow to be checked.

Monday was a good one. After taking Chief out bright and early to do things dogs do, I hopped in the car with Sargie and rode several miles down the road.

It was a near perfect day, well below zero, but beautiful.

While the shop was warming up, Chief and I played in the snow. 

He was happy to come back inside and take a puppy nap. With him sleeping in his kennel, I sneaked out and began turning a bowl from a piece of spalted maple. The shop isn't big enough for a large puppy who likes to stick his nose in everything.

The bowl is coming along, but I'm a long ways away from being finished. I'm not certain if I was subconsciously in a hurry or just sloppy, but I began making mistakes, so I decided to quit for the day. 

I'll work on it tomorrow.

I did a lot of fiddling around this afternoon, carrying in wood, taking Chief for a walk, wrestling with him, and of course, trying to teach him a new trick or two. He's a smart dog, but he's still definitely a pup with an attention span of about two seconds... or less.

I fixed barbecued chicken on the grill. There was plenty for tonight's meal with leftovers.



Sargie just walked in the door. She'll take one of the other cars tomorrow and I'll look at the Kia in the daylight. I don't believe it's anything serious... I hope.

It's time to end and get a shower. I can hear the bed calling me and tomorrow's a new day. 

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...