We arrived home Sunday uneventfully, to a very good Swiss guy taking one very tiny pit bull for a walk.
Fozzie was inside, and I made sure I warned my parents and brother and Elyse to fasten the gate SECURELY behind them until I got a leash on him, and I was very proud that for once the arrival of family, friends, guests, Jehovah's witnesses, or youth selling candy bars or Bibles or whatever they sell did not result in a frenzied run through the neighborhood in pursuit of Fozzie, as he ran to visit with his friends the neighborhood cats.
In fact, our two little troublemakers were model children and I was glad my family got to see what little darlings my pit bull foster kids can be.
It is good to be home, good to get some tomatoes from the garden and see the profusion of morning glories in the front.
We don't get the same incredible views of the sunset as we got on the coast, but the copy of Norton's Star Atlas and Reference Handbook that Johnny ordered me when we were down there just arrived. I hope the pitties will be inspired to join us in making a more regular family tradition of Science Hour from our own humble backyard.