First I went to a 'Design Jam' in Princetown. No, it did not contain whortleberries. It contained mostly programmers and designers from tiny isolated website companies across the SouthWest like mine. Apparently we have somehow all resolved to come together to Do Stuff as a Community. Exactly what the Stuff is was part of the problem to be resolved. I think this is a jolly good idea if it actually works: perhaps a way for small companies to bid for larger jobs as a group, or at least to work together on an ad hoc basis and improve the quality of work in the region generally.
The idea was to try to get a bunch of people together to make a website. Unfortunately I wasn't able to be there for the whole day due to dog-related commitments, so I was only there for the 'what are we making a website FOR anyway? part of things. It all seems a bit vague, though quite pleasant, at the moment. I left, somewhat daunted by the number of competent and efficient people there. Always a risk, meeting the competition.
The name 'digpen' (short for Digital Peninsula') always reminds me of Pig-Pen out of Peanuts
Which is kind of how the presence of competent and organised people makes me feel. Sort of random, wildhaired and lunatic.
Then, after a frantic couple of hours catching up on email, printing paperwork and trying to find a vaccination certificate that was HIDING, I took Kya to Saltram house in Plymouth, there to meet with her new owners, who had driven down all the way from Rugby to collect her.
I was sad to say goodbye to her, but she hopped into their car with great enthusiasm (Kya loves cars!) I took her there because my house is kind of hard to find, and also there isn't a good open space where you can easily see a dog offlead and interacting with other people and dogs, which I think is quite important. However, I had forgotten that the need to get there would cut into my time for rushing about getting organised! May need to rethink this idea.
I had some sad news. Since Kya was going home today, I offered yesterday to take in a collie called Bob, who had been home alone at his home in Cardiff for a couple of months after the death of his owner. Much to our distress, when the duty rehoming person called this morning to arrange this, we were told that he was put to sleep yesterday, as they'd given up hope of finding a home for him. What a bummer. Should have got Kya out the door that little bit quicker. Can't save them all, but the timing on that one was so tight, a day would have made the difference.