Hershey Squirts...

Forgive me for the title. Maybe it's a bit too descriptive? Oh well.

Hershey, the dog, is back inside tonight. It's raining and I feel as though I may have been too hard on the poor pooch. And, quite possibly, I've found the problem--and it very well may be that it's my error (thinking the dog should be smarter than he is). I may have given him too much room to call his own at night. So, tonight I've put up his crate and put his pillow inside it. Tonight when I go to bed, the door closes and we'll see what happens. Seems that dogs don't like to poop where they sleep so you give them room to stand, turn, and lay down, and that's about it. And then, first thing in the morning, outside to poop in the same spot with the same instructions and the same reward.

I hope that I'm that lucky.

Tomorrow, my brother James leaves for Washington to begin his Afghanistan deployment. Two months in Washington (state) training and ten months in Afghanistan doing whatever it is his unit does. I wish him well. I hope and pray he is kept safe and well and is able to return to his family in the same condition they sent him out in. His wife, two girls and one boy should be well cared for in his absence--both his and Ruth's families are local and willing to do whatever. Me included.

OK, I gotta get off the Internet and start reading. I have been majorly negligent as far as keeping up with my reading assignments for my two classes. Bad Maynard! Bad!