The one and only grocery store in our little town is undergoing major renovations, and while I’m looking forward to the larger size and the increased selection that will come with the changes, right now it’s a total mess. The layout is different literally every day, and even the simplest of shopping lists will send you on an extended scavenger hunt. Not only that, but they’re doing the work doing open hours, which means having to step over and around various tools and building materials and keeping a very careful watch on the floor at all times. Today when I went in, I had to walk underneath a man standing on a ladder moving ceiling fixtures around. That was a bit nervous-making.
In the end, though, I got what I went looking for and came back home to make a few very tasty loaves of sweet potato bread. This stuff is so good that I think it could eat it morning, noon, and night for months on end without getting tired of it.
On a completely different topic, we had Asbjørn neutered a couple of weeks ago, and it was just in the nick of time, since Mette went into season last week. While I was out walking this afternoon, I saw a woman with a male Norwegian Elkhound and I was briefly tempted to ask her if she were interested in breeding her dog with mine, but I managed to restrain myself. I know this sounds horrible, but knowing how much dogs sell for here (even mixed breeds) sometimes makes me really want Mette to have a litter or two of puppies. Seriously, I could finance a trip home for all of us out of just one litter! Plus, as a general rule people take really good care of their dogs here, so it’s not like I’d be tremendously worried about the pups not going to a good home. It sounds like a win-win-win situation, doesn’t it? Well, except maybe for Mette. Honestly, though, it’s not something I would ever do, for a variety of reasons. I’ll just be happy when we can save up enough money to get her spayed, and this wouldn’t even be an issue anymore (hey, it just occurred to me that selling two or three puppies would bring in enough to pay for the operation — hmmm . . .).
No, no … I must resist.