I'm dog/ house/ pool sitting on Long Island.
It's quite fascinating living in some one else's home and trying to understand how they live.
This is a very wonderful, comfortable house full of visual delights.
It makes me think I should polish up my silver because you get such lovely reflections in it.
Other people's things, both animate and inanimate, need a great deal of care and attention.
The picture above is of Joba (pronounced Jabba) who was named after Joba Chamberlain, the Yankees pitcher whom he does not resemble in the least.
The Yankees pitcher is bold and stocky..........which Joba is not.
Because he is my son and daughter-in-law's dog, I am reduced to a jibbering wreck of anxiety when looking after him.
"No, Joba, you cannot eat that quarter......"
Haha. I run round the house after him, frightened that he will swallow it.
What is that odd bit of chewed up red plastic?
Spit it out now before you choke on it!
How much more fun to have me running round the house in hot pursuit.........
