Since he couldn’t go today with all of Syd’s dogs, I walked him around the neighborhood. Fortunately there were no cars!
Category: Pets
Because puppy.
We had a problem. When we tried to sit on the couch after dinner to read, Benji would get between us and stretch out. Which amounted to being in both of our laps. At the same time.
So wife said, let’s replace wicker chairs in the bay window with small couch from upstairs. And it worked. She could sit there — reading material illuminated by an amazing 5-watt LED ceiling bulb — while I sat nearby on the couch, its empty two-thirds occupied by puppy.
Tonight, puppy Tetris.
FWIW: we bought used furniture and reupholstered thinking rental, since we had another house at the time. Didn’t happen. Stuff’s ugly. Whatever.
New addition to the family
If you’ve ever tried to take a picture of a puppy, you’ll understand this photo viscerally.
No image manipulation involved. We seem to have settled on his name as “Benji,” which was the name of the beautiful but personality-challenged dog we rescued (with permission) from our troglodyte property-squatting neighbors.
Suggestion inspired by our Uruguayan-American friend Isabel, who recalled that I once said all dogs in Uruguay were named Benny, because when owners call them they say ¡vení! (come!), which seems to be a Rioplatense Spanish conjugation. (If you can clarify, please do!)
All alone on the beach, except for …
A seal, dead.
A gull, alive. Able to spread its wings but didn’t stand up.
No explanation for either.
Ain’t it good to know…
…kitten has become comfortable.
#OccupyStairs
No, you’ll have to ask them why they think the stairs are the perfect place to hang out.
Second cat buried in the front yard
Three year old fixed male, blocked urinary track, never came out of anesthesia after the vet put in a catheter.
Turns out friends here had a similar experience. Kidney failure.
Sweet cat, Mr Peepers.
I took this photo this morning. I know you expect me to say that Mr Peepers loved to lie on that chair in the sun, but as far as I know he was never on it.
Dogs running free
A kindly older woman stops her bicycle on the dirt road to lecture me briefly about having my dogs loose. I know this lecture. I had it a year ago, and changed my route slightly to avoid passing her house.
I think of possible responses, and my Spanish is far enough along that I can probably make a conversation of it. For what?
Entiendo, I say. I understand.
Entiende, she says. You understand.
She continues one way on her bicycle. I continue the other way, leash in hand, dogs loose.