Red was, as usual, stellar the Creativity Conference, he kept an eye on me as always but also managed to get a lot of cuddling and attention. He stayed in the workshop rooms all day, never bothered anyone, went after any food, jumped on anyone, or otherwise got into any mischief.

Fate, on the other hand, was a nightmare. She never stopped moving around, checking out every person and room and thing on the floor. She snatched a piece of pastry from a table left on a low hanging window shelf, she got out the open door a dozen times and explored Pompanuck, climbed out onto a soaking wet balcony, she got into the bakery and tried to grab a loaf of bread. She found empty coffee cups and dragged them across the rooms, chew on scraps of paper, she jumped on everyone she saw,  blew off any number of commands.

There was a sweet moment. In the afternoon, Maria threatened me with ruin if I didn’t take a short nap, I was running out of steam. I found a bedroom in a farm corner of the Pompanuck Round House and lay down for a bit. Fate came in with me, she jumped up onto the bed, curled up into a ball and went to sleep. I couldn’t sleep, she napped for 10 or 15 minutes.

When the very fine pizza dinner started to come out of the oven, we put Fate in the car,  she was getting the zooms. It was several hours past her mealtime. On Tuesday, Fate is getting spayed, she is supposed to be still for more than a week. Good luck to us on that.