H stopped by to get his shop vac this morning. He gave me the long, tender embrace (initiated by him, as usual) when he got there and when he was leaving (if you're counting, that's two squeezy hugs).
In a text yesterday morning, I asked H if Boxer dog qualified as a large breed. I would think so (all 80 or so pounds makes him seem large), but I wanted to check. I was asking because I was getting Boxer dog and me signed up for a big dog group on meetup.com. It's a club with exclusive membership--your dog has to qualify as a large breed.
He answered that he is large breed and asked why. I told him about our new club and left it at that.
When he was here today, he asked, "So you and [Boxer dog] are joining a club? What kind of club is it?" I told him that it is a club for giant dogs and that we are now members. He asked, "So, is it a walking club? What do you do?" I told him about the upcoming get-together and that I thought it was just a bunch of dogs playing. I told him about some other big dog types that would be there (English Mastiff, Saint Bernard, Greyhound, etc.). He loves Boxer dog with all his heart and is a big dog lover, too. I believe my new exclusive club membership has gotten his attention.
Also, when he was here, I asked if he knew where a drill is. [I've never used a drill except to pretend like I'm shooting something or to hear that satisfying sound it makes when you rev it.] H didn't ask why I wanted one but said that he wasn't quite sure if he could get to one. I told him that that was okay and that I'd just borrow one from one of the guys in the neighborhood.
The search for drill and drill bits began.
He recalled that there was a drill upstairs and said he needed to look for drill bits. He did some searching in the garage and found them. He showed them to me and told me how to take them in and out of the drill. And now I don't have to borrow one from one of the neighbor guys.
I wonder what he'd do if I asked about an edger or a circular saw.
