Sunday, July 27, 2014

Stella, Still Getting Her Puppy On

 
She turned six in June. We still go out on her birthday and buy her a new rope bone and collar. She gets the whole routine too somehow.

Things have been pretty busy lately. We hope you're all doing well. This time last year the two blogs that I maintained for eight years Pitcherlady and Cliffhanger disappeared without warning or explanation, off the face of the internet. A good many highlights, stories and photos of the last twenty years of my life went with them. And yes, I should've saved an edited copy of everything. I told myself none of it mattered but then I come over here occasionally and read those early stories about bringing Stella home from the fair, realize how good some of them are and end up looking for posts that no longer exist. That may be part of what's kept me quiet these last two years. That and a couple of dream jobs I didn't get. And three suicides. Pardon me while leave the dog-blogging for five quick seconds and veer off into the dark on you. Yikes. The good thing is I do still have a sense of humor. It has some chinks in it but it's perfectly normal I suppose.   
Anyway, the girl(s) have gained a few pounds because we haven't been walking like we did back in the old neighborhood. It's unfortunate and I try to fight it but the new neighborhood is a boring walk. I never even considered it would be a factor but it is. For a while we even stopped walking over to Home Depot because after a year of our shopping/visiting they put up a sign that read: Only Service Dogs Allowed (Staples just did this as well tsk, tsk). A couple of months ago the sign was gone and I noticed a dog coming out of the store so I asked a cashier what happened and she said they'd gotten a new manager who actually likes dogs. The manager decided one dog didn't represent all dogs. What a concept right? So. Way to go Home Depot. Any chance you all could stop selling Round Up?
 Some mornings we do make a run downtown to the Bicentennial Mall and ride the B-Cycle bikes. Stella trots alongside the bicycle, occasionally veering off toward a daredevil squirrel or to try to steal a lick off the legs of passing, random joggers . You've got to know that plays well. Anyway, if there is anyone left still reading, check out this beautiful road dog. And let us hear from you.  We're also on Tumblr if you happen to go that way. 


Thursday, August 8, 2013

Squirrelfest

Just dropping in to say "Hi!". I took this photo last week when Stella and I went over to  play with her friend Chuy. She actually had on her happy face for a change so I couldn't resist.

Probably the most exciting thing that happened recently was that she finally caught that squirrel she's been chasing for the last five years. It was ugly but not as bad as you might expect. It was mortally wounded in the initial blow of course but without any input from me whatsoever,  she appeared to feel sorry. I expected a complete bone-munching feast but studying it, still breathing, she backed off and sat down with this totally guilty look on her face, at which point I calmly said: "I guess you need to go sit up on the deck and think about what you did." And to my great surprise, she did.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Spring Clean

 




This past Saturday I had someone come to give the meadow its annual haircut. It made the backyard so big that Stella and I played out there nearly all afternoon. Up to that point we'd had an invasion or rather I should say, a long visit from a flock of robins. Not everyone enjoyed this feathery wonderland but I was mesmerized. Unfortunately, they moved on when the mower came. 

I had planned to have someone cut the portion of the Cottonwood tree (on the left) that fell last summer but now that everything else is removed I think some free wheeling flowery vine on the trunk could be a nice transition. Not sure what'll grow back there in the shade but maybe there's something...