Miss Annie's Tent

We were watching a (bad) French film in the basement on Saturday night when Miss Annie came down the stairs -- an unusual event, since she doesn't like being down there. The reason for the visit soon became obvious as she hurried towards the door to the backyard. She was suffering from some kind of intestinal infection and didn't get to the door in time. We were very glad that we'd had the floor tiled.

We thought it would be a good idea to have her confined to the kitchen for the night instead of roaming the house, so I got out this collapsible kennel which we'd never used before. She didn't like it, but didn't make much of a fuss. I set the alarm to wake me for an early release on Sunday morning.

It's going to be a challenge getting the kennel back in the container. This might be one time when even real men need instructions. I think it's all about having the proper wrist motion.