I thought this only happened to cars.

Kinley got a bath today. Immediately afterwards, a bird pooped on her.

She also got to burn off some excess energy loping alongside my ubernerdy old Raleigh 3-speed, freshly dug out of storage and hastily dusted off. She's flopped out over my feet and dream-twitching now.

Went out looking at more places to live today, and found some which might be promising. One place I visited had the remains of a shed; inside were six or seven dog carcasses. A neighbor said someone's been going around poisoning people's dogs. I decided that place wasn't very promising.