Here’s what greeted me when I woke up and looked out the window:

I didn’t find the pot-o-gold though…

My Buddy is making slow steps towards normalcy. Well, more normal than he was yesterday. Still very skittish but not quite in a state of perpetual terror.

Buddy’s preferred hangout is still under the table. But he did venture outside for a bit today.

Had breakfast at Treasure Island this morning and Mike, the guy who found and delivered Buddy for me, was there. He shared a photo of Buddy’s parents:

My daughter speculates that the mother might have some Jack Russel Terrier in her. Hard to say and it’s not particularly important to me anyway.

Speaking of breakfast, I rewarded myself for no particular reason:

I’d say those carbs are just about off the charts. Hey, if you are going to cheat on the diet, cheat big!

Spending more time walking around the neighborhood now that it is my neighborhood….

And I’m still not tired of the view…

But of course, I still spend time on the beach….

Anyway, dart league this afternoon and the SOB dance contest tonight. I’ll be taking along Marissa so it should be interesting to see if we have developed any chemistry. Either way, I’m just going to go with the flow.

Peace out!