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   Neville, store dog
Sunday, May 1 2016
At around 11am when she set off to work at the bookstore in Woodstock, Gretchen impulsively took Neville the Dog. She hadn't been completely cleared to do this by the store's two owners (one of whom only gets her dogs from a Pug breeder), but it ended up going well. Neville has the perfect temperament for being a bookstore mascot, and he got lots of attention, especially from the kids. Among other things, he was a great spokesdog for shelter animals (the kind one doesn't find at Pug breeders or anything operated by the Amish). It helped that it was a cool rainy day, meaning the front door of the bookstore was kept closed. Had it not been, Gretchen suspected, Neville would have repeatedly wandered out into the street and interfered with her ability to sell books. I should mention that this is the second of Gretchen's jobs to which she has taken Neville. She's also taken him to her Tueday night poetry workshops, where the only problem has been his snorty breathing when the assembled are trying to write.
Because of that pottery class on Tuesday, I felt I owed The Organization some hours. Yesterday I'd fixed a long-vexing Chrome bug with Tableform's table mapper (it was entirely caused by the fact that the Javascript variable "top" cannot be overridden in Chrome, though it can be in Firefox, IE, and even Safari), and this allowed me to produce more readable database maps of The Organization's two most complicated databases. But I'd also come up with some more avenues of investigation for the vexing language mix up I'd been working on, and I couldn't help but explore those as well. I'd called my mentee and canceled one of our canceled sessions due to a sore throat, but in truth that really was only bothering me at night if at all. After a week of structure and activities, I wanted my free time, even if I all I wanted to do with it was spend it working for my employer.


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