Bad food, yay, bad news, sigh.

Bad news first. About midnight, phone rang, waking me, too dopey to answer before it went to vmail, friend next door. Vmail wouldn't load, but he called again.

He was totally distraught. He had just found his old frail Boston terrier had accidentally been left in the car.  Even at midnight air temperature still high, and humidity, too. 

Bennie didn't survive. It's too sad, devoted owner who has been dreading the end of his old dog's life, suddenly, terrible oversight, realized dog wasn't in the house as he'd thought. 

He called me to ask what to do, couldn't think straight. Bennie clearly gone, but how to proceed. So I talked with him until he was able to deal.  Talking wildly about taxidermy, which I didn't argue, figured a couple of calls would show him this wasn't practical.

Texting this morning, and they went out. Just stopped by to say they'd taken him to be cremated.  Calls had shown the impractical side of his ideas about preserving his dog Good chat, like a condolence visit.

It's heartbreakingly easy for this to happen with a dog who's tiny and hyper, all over the place at once. And Bostons are particularly vulnerable to heatstroke.

On the good news, here's the holiday Bad Food all set.

And here's Future Food potato peelings already sprouting and now planted. 

They'll move to bigger quarters when they get started.

Temperature down to 80s today so I dashed out to shop before forecast storms arrive.

So that's all the news that fits.