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In completely dog-free news, I've finally had a chance to get a little Caesar translation in again.

When we left off back in August, Caesar was getting distinctly grim about his supposed allies, the Haedui (who might or might not be conquered people, I’m a little fuzzy on the details), failing to provide him with the grain he was expecting. And which his army needed in order to go chasing after those Helvetii (who I keep wanting to call the Helveticas) who set all their houses on fire and then invaded their neighbors. A young man named Liscus showed up to say that there was a nefarious plot among his people, and that he has put himself in terrible danger by telling Caesar about it.

In chapter 18 of this book--still book 1, ye gods--we find out what the actual nefarious plot is.

( Treachery most foul! )

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Pixel is an adorable, adoring hound. Who. Uh. Has some separation anxiety issues.

As we discovered when she cried in her crate all. Night. Long.

Well, to be fair, she took hour-long naps here and there in all the whining and occasional barking. Everyone else in the house got some sleep! I, who was already dealing with stress-induced queasiness for some days, got almost no sleep at all.

She also sits at the door and whines if I take a nap in the bedroom while the spouse watches her. (More precisely, while I try to take a nap through dog-whining.) She sits at the door and whines if I go outside without her. This dog has bonded--at least while inside the house--and by god, she does not intend to let me out of her sight. Which is not ideal for getting her crate-trained, or not traumatizing the cats, or for me getting any sleep at all.

If I (try to) nap on the couch, she'll curl up on my feet happily for hours. So I may just do that tonight and see if it works. The poor traumatized cats have had a food bowl, water bowl, and litter box moved to the master bath, and Pixel isn't around in that room or the bedroom, so...I guess they will get used to it?

Poor kitties. I meant to let them roam freely while Pixel sat in her crate, so that they could establish territory. But George won't leave the bedroom, it's taken all day to convince Pixel to voluntarily walk into her crate again, and Peejee--having been treed--has now gone and hidden herself somewhere in the yard and won't come back in.

This is going to be a long, slow Learning Process for all of us. I hope to get sleep again eventually. (It's a vicious cycle at the moment. Dog-related issues keep me awake and stress me out, producing queasiness. Queasiness keeps me awake when I try to sleep. The more tired I get, the more stressed I get... Sigh.)