I took Crash to a dog run this afternoon. He walked around a bit then went to hide under a picnic table.
While we were there, a couple showed up with two Samoyeds of their own. One was a huge male and the other was about Crash’s size, probably female. The man looked at Crash, asked who he belonged to, then came over to chat once I owned up. He asked me where we got him.
I told him we got Crash from the SPCA after he’d been found without tags wandering around Vaudreuil. The man told me he’s familiar with Samoyeds and local breeders. He said Crash has features that tend to show up in Samoyeds bred in the US. Vaudreuil, just across the water from Montreal’s western tip, is still pretty darned far from the American border so it’s unlikely Crash walked that far. The man thought an American owner must have lost Crash during a trip in this region. It’s possible.
The rest of last few days has been spent collecting and grading assignments from the summer class I finished teaching on Thursday and shopping for refrigerators.
Retailers sure don’t make it easy to comparison shop. Each has its own model number and the fridge market in general hasn’t really broken online the way shopping for cars or smaller appliances has. My head hurts, and I have a blister on one toe.
Bonus Irrational League update:
Frank’s in first. Ugh. But I’m tied in second. I have good prospects of taking sole possession of second place, and I once had good prospects for taking first, until Frank convinced an owner who shall remain nameless to trade him Adam Dunn for Brian Fuentes. I’m still steamed about that – not so much about the trade, but about Frank’s refusal to admit he ripped the other guy off.
There are games in progress, so I won’t post stats now. Maybe tomorrow.