to have a bullie because it's not a breed you want to make a mistake about.  That was before I met Southdowner -- and her bullies.  But do I look stupid?  No, don't answer that.^ ^ I've had the dangerous-dog savage-brute reaction several times in various bell towers when I've told people about her . . . where, okay, I do look stupid.+ + Trying to readjust to the energy drain of a voice lesson in the afternoon and still go ringing that night IS GOING TO TAKE SOME DOING.  I was very stupid last night at Colin's . . . in front of two visitors, siiiiiiiigh, one of whom has recently moved back to this area and rings at the abbey, where they are all over her because she is very good, and the other one who hasn't rung in ten years but had remembered her Cambridge minor by the end of the evening as well as successfully turning in South Desuetude's heavy, bad-tempered tenor for a touch of bob minor.  SIIIIIIIIGH.  Maybe I should hire out as a Remedial Canine Holding Agent in the evenings, which would keep me out of bell towers. The voice lesson went pretty well, within the limits of what Nadia can do with me.  I AM SO HAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPY to be singing again.  She had her arms full of baby this week, so rather than playing the piano she sang with me to give me a little support -- also because it's very easy