Eight o’clock this evening I let Torso Boy out so he could give the juniper a squirt before bed. It’s about the only time he’s allowed out without a leash, first thing and last thing in the day, and we started working on it right after he first arrived: I stand on the porch and light up the juniper with my flashlight and he knows to go straight there, pee, and come straight back for a cookie.
I fumbled putting my light back in its holster, it hit the porch floorboards and rolled right down through one of the gaps. I had a feeling I was going to regret that; I’m going to bring back a couple more pressure treated 2X6s when I go to the big town at the end of the month.
Anyway. I let Torso Boy back in, then went down the stairs to find my flashlight … with the second flashlight in my pocket. And – I dunno, I caught myself doing it and thought it was funny as hell. I have become a stereotype.