Author: doug

Ten new friends

What ARE those things? Little worms or slugs writhing toward the light?

No: dog treats. A friend gave me them. Dogs like them. I’m not sure why he had them, since he has not had a dog for a long while. He told me there was a dog walker on a bike with about ten dogs. He threw them some treats, and the guy on the bike had to scramble to avoid a crashing to the ground.

So, I said, you’ve made ten new friends and one new enemy.

A shitload of dogs

Sorry, really can’t think of a more appropriate way to say it.

That’s my dog Mocha in the foreground with the purple color, making friends with a very pretty (but very loud when in his fenced yard) neighbor dog. Lea (white) and Sophia are Syd’s dogs which he appears to be bending over to, but in fact his target is a lively little brown guy whose working name is Puppy. Behind him is Little Guy, whose name from a year ago probably needs rethinking. The black dog is Jordan, and the white one with black ears and tail up is Street Dog. It is quite honestly amazing he is still alive since his favorite place to nap is in the middle of the road. To the right is Carbón, the name his putative owners gave him, but since he never responds to that, he remains Fuzzy Dog to us.

As you can see, it rained earlier, irrelevant to this narrative but very much needed.

Doubles

My first attempt at bread with a new sourdough starter was not a roaring success, so I ended up with small pieces of toast for breakfast (at noon). What more fitting to go along with them than an egg with two yolks?