Tilly Tilly Tilly... oh, and the house I suppose.

I think I was extra tired last night, not that I am not also very tired tonight, but I said very little last night. A little more on yesterday; I took Tilly to Greenbank farm where we came across a collection of corgis with not-so-chatty-towards-us owners, though the heard of hounds were pretty laid back, so we superstitiously scooted closer and worked on "sit", "down", scoot, scoot, scoot, "sit", "down", scoot, scoot scoot. Tilly did shockingly well at this activity and even got to the level of subtly sniffing noses with the nearest cool and collected corgi. We then upped the game by following a pair of havanese and a standard poodle into an art gallery. I figured dogs who go to galleries must be well cared for and well mannered, with the exception of us of course. Again, Tilly seemed shocked by the other dogs and did pretty well staying manageable as we moved from gallery to gallery with the pack. This was a daring maneuver, but we started with a gallery who's owner we had visited with before and been warmly greeted by who also has a dog. His wife was their in lieu and dogless, but we were welcomed regardless. The owners of this mix of dogs and the gallery ladies were all kind and friendly, which was precisely what we hoped to find by venturing forth to the Greenbank Farm.

Later in the evening, we ran into our good friends and neighbors again with their tolerant elderly dog. Our neighbors make a point of waiving at every car that passes and picking up litter as they walk. They like Star Trek, moved here about a year ago, and have a live-in son turning 24 this week whom Tim is particularly eager to meet.

Today, our branching out into the world of dog socialization continued as we came across the 12-year-old Airedale and other-terrier-dog we hadn't seen since the first day Tilly was home. They live precisely two doors down from Nancy and Butch's new house and Tilly LOVED playing with the other Airedale, who tolerated the tyrant puppy astonishingly. Yes, for the first time in her little puppy life with us, I dropped the leash and let my little girl run in circles around another dog and its understanding owner on a deserted street at the back side of the lake. I think she was ready to explode if she didn't get to play one of these days - having to live with boring humans all the time. Soon she will have puppy class to delight in, and after that she will be finished with the shot series and a tough enough for one of the many glorious dog parks on the island.

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I know all you really want to hear about is our terribly adorable and terribly toothy puppy, but I figure I should give a little update on the rest of our life, namely Tim's pursuit of a career and the ever-constructing house project. 

On the Tim front, he got all snazzed up this morning and stopped by Nichols Bros. He met a few other electrical workers who seemed to be out on break, and talked to a lady in the office who said the are waiting on the start of a new project and it will probably be a few weeks before they start making calls for new-hires.  

It was a good plan to stop by the perspective employers early in the day as the rest of the day was filled with demolition in the shop. The painters stopped by briefly in the morning, then were kicked out as the floor-finishing crew made their appearance. A guy from eastern Washington made the long drive here with his 12-diamond floor grinder and got busy leveling out our concrete. Tim and I relocated a 16-foot workbench made of 2x12 boards to outside through a deceptively narrow doorway and smashed a set of shop shelves to get them out of the way for sanding. The guy managed to finish the whole downstairs today, so tomorrow they will be ready to start the sealing process with something we were told was used on the gaits of the Panama Canal to help hold the water back. 

I must confess, through a combination of not charging my phone last night, only taking a couple pictures and nothing too impressive, and not having the connecting cable in my obvious and immediate vicinity, I'm skipping out on pictures again today, but I did write considerably more tonight than last night, so if a picture is worth 783 words, I think we're good for tonight.