Sourdough part 1

 The Sourdough Chronicles

While the world burns (I am not going down that rabbit hole) I thought that I would distract myself with something I have promised myself to get into this year: sourdough!

So I ordered some starter, did a little reading, and kept promising myself I would get into it next week.

Then, something weird happened: One of the animal rescues named a black fluffy puppy 
"Sourdough." That grabbed my attention, but I waited, and the puppy was still there a week later. Fine, I had the sourdough starter started, and I would call and see if Sourdough the puppy was still available, but before I could call, they posted again that he was still available.

Sourdough is 20 pounds (and still underweight) at 3 months of age. He will be a big dog. Just what we were thinking of, a guardian doggy for our kids and yard (chase those deer).

Sourdough and his siblings, Cibatta and Rye, had a rough start to life. Their mom wandered onto someone's property, gave birth to puppies and disappeared after a few weeks. When they were noticed and brought into the shelter, they were completely hungry and unsocialized, being protective over food and even water. 

One of the shelter's rules is to have a meet and great with any current dogs you own. That worked well as my Pippy was just happy and excited, and didn't seem to mind when we brought him home. That was Thursday. The kids cuddled the puppy and argued all the way home over the name. Mary favored "Oreo" I l liked it when she mispronounced it "Woereo." Egon favored "Batman." I think we settled on "Bruce." The "fish are friends and not food "Bruce, or Bruce Wayne, or Bruce Almighty....

The first day, the puppy connected strongly with Marian, being calm and happy in her presence. By Friday afternoon, Bruce would also be connected with Egon. He has started to raise his tail and follow Pippy around. But he is still skiddish about adults, carefully avoiding them, and ducking from head scratches.

Today we tried the leash. He jumped around and tried to twist out of it, but after the short 20-minute session began to accept it.

So far, he has made 3 piddles, 1 poo, and 1 barf in the house. Most of the time he has turned around and ate it. Mike thinks its a bad sign. I know it is just normal puppy. He has learned where the water and food is, and all he has to do to go out is go stand by the door.

And in the other style of sourdough....I started bulking up it's feeding so I would have enough starter to make things out of. When I came back to it yesterday, (I have 2 jars going) 1 jar had its cloth lid pushed off and dough all down the sides, the other one just had remnants of starter stuck to the cover. 

This morning I made some wonderful sourdough pancakes, and have started some french bread. at about 7 pm I can continue making the french bread, after letting it ripen all day.