Yesterday Mother decided to spring on me that I needed a math tutor for the summer. I'm doing average in math, but I would spend hours with Mother and Elizabeth helping me do homework. So Mother figured a tutor would help me figure out my problem spots so I'll be ready for fall. Perfectly logical, but right now I hate logic. I don't want to spend my summer doing math!
Anyway, Mother apparently enlisted Casey's help in finding someone and he called yesterday and told Mother there was a "math genius" that lives near us who would help me. And it turns out he doesn't just live "near" us, he practically lives next door! How terrible is that?
This all happened in the morning, so after lunch I talked Kit into taking Coconut for a walk with me and figure out where this guy lives. Chances are I've seen him before and with Coconut with us we could "accidentally" "lose" our dog in his yard. Yeah, that was my bright idea for the day. Sometimes I amaze myself with my cleverness.
So we found his house and I recognized the motorcycle in the driveway. I must have waved at him dozens of times! Coconut decided then would be a good time to put our plan into action and he yanked free of Kit's grasp. He started snuffling around in the bushes by the front door. And with my grand luck the door opened. But it wasn't a guy, it was a young woman and another Westie. Coconut and this Westie stared running around like terriers do and neither obeyed (another thing terriers do). Finally I managed to grab Coconut's leash and apologized to the woman. She was very kind and said it was okay, her dog needed the exercise anyway. Her name was Nora and the dog was Kyla.
That's when I noticed a guy standing in the doorway. He didn't look like the guy I usually saw on the motorcycle; he was much younger. But by then I was out of breath and a bit embarrassed at how bad Coconut was to say anything.
By now you are probably wondering where the new puppy comes in. I'll get to that now. Nora asked where we got out dog and I told her we got him from a shelter in Nevada and she asked if we had ever been to the local shelter. The shelter had gotten a one-year-old female Westie that was now ready for adoption. Like we really needed another dog, but when we got home the first thing Kit told Mother was about the Westie. We had to go see it, she said. Amazingly Mother agreed and we stopped at the shelter after picking up Nellie from her art class.
There you go, a math tutor and a new puppy!