Also Tuesday…

I left the house late morning to take my dad to buy Powerball tickets in downtown Mountain View. Yup. He’s into it…only when the prize pot is ginormous. For lunch, we got cheesesteaks from Jersey Mike’s. Dad wasn’t impressed. It’s not as tasty as Jerry’s Subs back East, I’m told. Goddamn, he is hard to please!

In the afternoon, I had that offsite work meeting, and then at the tail end, John interrupted us, calling to say he got a message from Santa Clara Animal Control: Marty got picked up and was thrown into the slammer. WTF??

We suspect he got out in the morning when the garage cabinet installers were putting in those storage units (They look good!!). The shelter says he went to the school next door, entered one of the classrooms in session, and refused to leave. Man, I rushed over to the center thinking he would be all scared and terrified being in a new place. Nope. As I discussed with staff about his licensing and rabies exemption paperwork, Marty was snuggled into a dog bed with a blanket and big toy, snoozing away!! He could have stayed there longer for sure. When I woke him up, he was all, “Huh, oh what? Were you looking for me??” Marty and his new adventures. What ever happened to those days when he never stepped beyond the boundary of our front gate?? Gone forever. SMH.