My dog watching days may come to an end soon. Sir Farts-a-Lot seems to be losing steam. He barely wants to go out in the yard. His last walk was to the end if the driveway. His owner picked him up for a vet appointment but she doesn’t have the results yet.

He didn’t eat most of his breakfast. I even tried sticking some cat food in the dish, but that didn’t work. I did get him to take his pills by making a ball of peanut butter and cat food. I wasn’t certain that he wouldn’t somehow manage to spit out the pills. But apparently, they made it to his stomach.

I should be repotting my geraniums while the dog naps. The squirrels nearly killed both plants this summer by digging in the pots. I’m going to put the surviving remnants into smaller pots and they and the other potted plants I’m saving from the weather are going in the basement on top of the washer with a grow light on a timer.

I’ll bring in my outdoor ceramic cats for the winter and give them touch-ups with paint and new ribbons for their necks. They sit on the porches to guard my plants from everything except the squirrels and chipmunks. I guess the green and yellow Packer cat wasn’t scary enough for the little buggers. So maybe the pink one and the white one will join him out front next spring.

What a fall! I keep expecting an early snow, but the weather is still ridiculously warm. I know a freeze warning is coming up in the next week or so. By that time the plants should be in the basement, my filters will be down by the furnace and I’ll be good for the winter.

I sincerely hope we don’t become the new Nazi nation. I don’t know why a convicted felon is allowed to run for president. I don’t understand how his followers don’t see what a con man and grifter the guy is. The polls fluctuate so much, I try not to pay much attention to them. My philosophy has always been if I can’t find someone to vote for, find someone to vote against. There are definitely a lot to vote against.