Pets

Roxie the Good Dog

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Roxie hates to go out in the dark (or the rain or the cold), but as a Good Dog given adequately stern instruction, she will gingerly tip-toe her way out the path into the woods by herself to do her business. When she’s done, she bolts full-tilt back into the house. If we didn’t stand aside we could get bowled over.
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Benefits of alternate reality

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You ask why we’re wearing those plastic cones? We have absolutely no idea, but they certainly are inconvenient. They contstantly bang into things, sometimes even get caught, and seem to irritate our people when we press them against the backs of their legs trying to sniff. But they have to stay on all the time, even while we’re sleeping. Until Thursday, when the stitches come out. What stitches? Oh, about a half-dozen each. As we’re not currently in that state known as berserk, we have no recollection of the vicious fight we got into a week ago over prime sniffing rights through the porch rails to the kittens hidden in the bushes below.

Hurricane Sandy

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Sandy and I survived Sandy. Lost power from about 9pm to 6am, slept in the basement for fear of the house being blown away (or bashed by the nearest oak tree). Outside things are quite wet and a little battered . . .

. . . but doggone, I need to get out with the chain saw to fix the back fence before the next time the dogs need to go out.

Hurricane Sandy weather statistics from near Heflin Road, a couple of miles from our house:

Easter Saturday

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A couple of dozen shots taken Easter Saturday morning while wandering around the back with the dogs. Once you’ve clicked the first one, you can click the center margins or use left or right arrows to advance . . .