After a 0700 dropoff and attendant trauma of the slipperuy vet floor, Dogchild Derbz is in for a teeth cleaning / extraction: he's fallen to the German Shepherd thing of grinding down his canines via chew toy chewing (read: ball) and all four canines are coming out (because Dogchild Derbz doesn't do anything by half-measures, full-tilt FTW). While DcD endures a rough day, Dogchildren The Morkie and Puppers basking in said quiet, on their backs, freshly shorn chicken legs reaching for the sky, snoring: respite after a busy day at the doggy day spa yesterday. Strange for me to not have to kick a ball from the opened Shed door, or to have silence be the order of the day but I'll take it to figure out a few projects that need deep shepherding, no pun intended ok maybe a little.