In a tree. In the woods. Because of course.
And it’s pretty high, out of my reach. Did kids manage to throw it up there? Someone else? Why?
Ah, what would life be without unanswered questions?
Pool ladder.
Category: Dog walks
Because of course.
When it’s time to get rid of the old CRT TV or computer monitor, you don’t leave it in one of the hundreds of containers put out for that purpose by the municipality, you somehow drag it into the middle of nowhere and leave it there instead.
Because that’s what Grandpa would have done.
“It’s the way we’ve always done it.”
Clearing out the library
I saw this a couple days ago, before heavy rain all night. Neatly stacked just in case someone….
Some encyclopedias from 1999, other stuff that seemed equally uninteresting.
Sheep don’t like shrooms?
You might recall there is sometimes a sheep to say hello to on our neighborhood walks. It’s in the same yard where a large tree fell and took out part of the fence, and is now sporting a few meals’ worth of mushrooms.
Not for us – we’ve found them rather nasty every time we’ve tried – but apparently also not for the sheep.
Oh well!
L’il Big Dog
It’s hard to convey how huge this collar-less puppy is. Like a cross between a bear and a horse. I can say, however, that we were relieved to see that he did not intend to go on the walk with us today. Something about 60 kilos of puppy crashing through the undergrowth and charging by on narrow bits of path, as the one time he did, makes a walk a little less relaxing.
Somehow not threatening
Well, alrighty then.
Just a reminder to be prepared for anything on a dog walk around town.
Got mosquitoes?
It’s been brutal lately.
I don’t know how Syd managed with his face uncovered. His beard probably helped.
I dug out a bit of mosquito netting I haven’t used since I bought it 25 years ago in Australia. Not perfect, but not bad.
Tree 1, fence 0.
Oops.
A new sighting of Bun Bun
You may recall something I posted four months ago.
I don’t walk around the neighborhood often, but hadn’t see him in a while, but there he is, and again happily I spotted him first, and put Mocha on the leash to walk by. The rabbit only moved to lie down where he was sitting, and Mocha had absolutely no inkling that he was there.
