You know that old adage about always saving your work?

Yeah. Hours and hours of GIS map layers lost because the outfit's software apparently isn't capable of handling the workload of someone actually working after ten o'clock at night.

I mean, how can it become jammed up and have to close down? How many of us are working this late?

The good news is, what took hours and hours to learn to create took considerably less than that to recreate.

The other good news?

The map that also took many hours to create, the one that was actually new, original product?

No, it's gone, too. That's not the good news.

But I would have had to redo it anyway. It looked pretty and fine, but never would have worked the way I needed it to.

There apparently should be an old adage about "Always run through the tutorials before playing with the tools."

In other insignificant news...

We like Castle. Hopefully the writers can keep it up.

And the masked heeler and her sprained leg?

Pretty much healed up, now. No need for surgery. You just have to constantly restrain her when someone comes to the door, or when you're letting them outside, because she thinks she's 110 percent.

And flying leaps off the porch are not yet recommended. Or allowed.

Especially for blind heelers who can't see their landing zones.

The bad news is, while lamed up in the rear end, she somehow acquired her sister's problem, that of numerous bloody tears in her rectum. Which we attribute to their inability to hunch up and bear down properly. (Her maskless sister has that problem forever now, thanks to her two ACL surgeries. That is why you logged on here today, to read about the bowel problems of dogs, right?)

So now the masked heeler is on a heavy dose of antibiotics and prednizone.

For those of you who don't know, prednizone greatly increases the appetite.

And thirst.

And with increased input comes increased output. Particularly in the liquid form.

Which I found with my bare feet in the hallway carpet Saturday night.

Monday morning, we awoke to find a masked heeler sleeping on the pillows between the wife's and my faces.

Yeah. Heelers don't like sleeping in wet spots any more than anyone else.

Wife had to get to work. Guess who got to do bedding laundry?

Tuesday morning my bare feet found another lagoon in the hallway.

At least it's better than in the bed.

So tonight, as of after dinner, they're on light rations. Just a skim of fresh water in each water bowl.

As the blind masked heeler shoved her muzzle in for a drink, and had to shove it in deeper and deeper to find a trace of water, she emitted a disgruntled "snort"*.

*Which is apparently Heeler for "Shit!".