You’d Think She’d Show Some Sign of Remorse
. . . or gratitude, or something. Donna called me at work today, opening the conversation with “I did a dumb thing.” Whenever I say that, what I really mean is that I’ve done something urecoverably disastrous. My heart plunged. Donna’s dumb thing was to place a small bowl of Hershey’s Kisses on the coffee […]
Hot Saturday Blogging
Our Saturday morning bicycle ride gets earlier and earlier. In the winter we started at 9:00 AM. Today we started at 7:00 AM, but it was already 95 degrees by the time we finished, so next week we’re starting at 6:30 AM. I suppose by the time daily highs reach 110-115 degrees, we’ll be meeting […]
Sunday Dachshund Blogging
I promised my sisters I’d post new photos of Schatzi, so here she is, five minutes ago: And again, three minutes ago, demonstrating a dachshund survival technique, the ability to blend in with its background: She sleeps. She wakes. It’s a dog’s life.
Saturday Dog Blogging
I use a portable satellite radio receiver to listen to the blues when I’m grilling on the patio. Last weekend the radio wouldn’t work – the antenna lead had been cut in half. I figured our yard guy must have accidentally severed it with a hoe. Since the lead’s coaxial, splicing and wrapping it with electrical tape wouldn’t work, so, for twenty […]
Peace in the Valley
The lion shall lay down with the lamb. Actually, no, that’s not what the Bible says. To my complete surprise, this is the verse: The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little […]
Fathers’ Day Dachshund Blogging
This is our miniature dachshund Schatzi. The guy in the photo is me, and we’re on the street in front of our house. The mountains are the Santa Catalinas, north of Tucson, Arizona. Donna and I recently discovered that our neighborhood park has two fenced off-leash dog runs, one for large dogs and one for […]
Friday Evening Dog Blogging
Schatzi after a hard day’s work. She’s found her calling (besides hashing, that is): she’s a therapy dog. Even in her sleep.