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 …
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.
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 …
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 …
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 …
• Generally speaking the answer from Shadow and Pepper to Ranger’s robust requests for recreation is “Not really.” But at least they’re being polite.
Having given up yesterday afternoon, I’m now back at the transcribing desk, or rather a satellite version of it. Inside a few minutes earlier I mandated a change of place — namely an outdoor one. So having duly relocated the lapper and its webcam… …to the patio table and cracked open a fresh Diet Pepsi …