So yesterday afternoon I made the mistake of mentioning to my cousin that I need to get some exercise. I’m going to be more careful what I wish for.

Around 10:30 last night, JessieDog and I were talking a walk around the building (I live in a condo) when a very young terrier (I’m going to guess toy fox terrier based on the pictures) found us and came running over.

I say very young because he had that skinny lanky look of an adolescent, a really high-pitched yap, and he could jump so that his head was roughly the height of my shoulder. I know that last part because, knowing my dog quite well, my first move was to scoop JessieDog up and carry her back to the house, the whole time being hounded (literally) by the kangaroo dog that wanted desperately to check Jess out.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think the boy would have hurt Jess… but Jess doesn’t like energetic puppies (or for that matter, human children) and her hackles were already going up from this pogo-stick interloper before I even had her in the air.

We returned my dog to the house and clipped a lead around the boy, who had a collar but no tags, and then I set out to see if anyone recognized him. Being a dog owner, I know most of the other dog owners (or at least their dogs) and unfortunately, there are four or five dogs in my complex that this boy could’ve been.

I learned a few things over the next 20 minutes. First, the boy is very friendly, but not at all leash trained. During that time I think I almost had him convinced to stop trying to pull… but not quite. Second, none of the neighbors I actually know (most of which were thankfully still up because the Phils are in Arizona tonight) recognized the boy either. Third, about 80% of my complex is in bed asleep with the lights out by 10:30 pm. And finally, walking a hyperactive puppy that doesn’t know where he lives is a damn good workout.

We did finally find the boy’s owner — turns out the dog’s name is Toby and the gentleman who owned him had no idea he’d gotten lose. I managed to not say anything rude about the lack of tags or lack of knowledge that they’d somehow not noticed this ball of yap had disappeared (wouldn’t the sudden quiet have tipped them off?), and returned to my own home where my own dog then gave me the thrice-over to try to figure out which pocket I’d hidden Toby in.

I’m a little bummed now – I love JessieDog but there’s nothing like a puppy to remind you how old your dog is. Still, I think it was more of a workout than I really expected at 10:30 pm. And it did impress one thing on me: it’s time to find out who one calls when one finds a dog in the middle of the night.

I got tired of the bricks. There was way too much purple. And while this blue might be, well, really blue, I like it better.

Anyway, a few tweaks to page layouts, especially on single-post/comment pages — didn’t like having the comments fields being as wide as the window because, well, that’s crappy design for one thing. It’s going to look a bit weird especially on comic pages where the content is centered and most especially if you have a high screen res set (nighthawk) but life is all about compromise.

Meanwhile, toys: directly below the box where you type your comments, you’ll see a preview of your comment display while you type. (Note: it doesn’t automatically color your links.) Also, there’s a checkbox where you can subscribe to receive email when a thread where you posted a comment receives more comments — similar to the “notify” feature of the old forum. That’s for those of you who loved the notifications on the forum and can’t/won’t use the comments RSS to keep track of new comments.

I have a comic in the queue for Tuesday – whoo! It’s not Night Fugues, though, sorry. We’ll get there.