Gentlemen… Start Your Chainsaws!
Workers are arriving as I write this, preparing to timber a tallish tree in our backyard. It’s an Australian brush cherry tree that’s as close to being a nuisance as I can call a living organism just doing its thing. From an actuarial standpoint, it’s a risk being situated much too close to the house, …
Two Years Ago Today
Not a lot going on and don’t really have a whole lot to say, so instead I send you for a ride in the not-so-wayback machine — August 8, 2004: An excellent lazy Sunday morning included the decision to go see a matinee of “Collateral” at the Dome and gave way to a walk with …
Fetch As Fetch Can
In the aftermath of Ranger’s veterinary visit from hell Saturday I am compelled to balance out the dark with the light. So here’s a quick clip of Ranger’s genetic predisposition to fetch as if her tail hadn’t been sliced and she wasn’t wearing a big funnel around her neck.
It’s Hard Out There For A Pup
Here’s Ranger in her second evening as a conehead. Though she certainly looks miserable in this snapshot, her mangled tail (courtesy Gateway Animal Hellspital) looks to be healing quite nicely and she’s doing very well with her new accessory, romping and stomping and harassing the cats and Shadow as well as honing her already remarkable …
Can We Get A Do-Over?
Like most of our Saturdays we had things to do. Susan wanted to go to the bank and to Trader Joes and perhaps get her car washed. I wanted to get the grill’s propane tank refilled and maybe go for a bike ride and finish my freelance assignment. First up on the agenda: taking Ranger …
Harvest Time
Buster the tortoise, goes cuckoo for two things: hibiscus blooms and the blossoms that a plant called the snail vine produces (no doubt because the little purple flowers have something of a resemblance to snail shells… personally I don’t see it). When my mom lived in Sherman Oaks she had a snail vine plant growing …