I didn’t even have to give a reason. As soon as the dog heard “Let’s go for a ride in the car”, he was in favour. Completely. A chance to wear his cool safety harness, and have the whole back seat and two side windows to himself; canine paradise.
posted in food, pets, travel | Comments Off on The dog on a road trip | 269 words
Out for a wander with the dog, just as things get dark enough to leave you wondering: are there wild ones in the woods? We hear them, we see traces, the dog is on edge. Only a matter of time before the first face-to-face takes place. Should I wave and greet, pretend to be invisible, or high-tail it for safety (assuming the dog agrees to proxy his tail on my behalf)? So much new about our lives, after three decades in suburbia.
posted in pets, politics | Comments Off on A tail proxy | 254 words
My poor dog. Innocence incarnate. A mix of anticipation and trepidation. Confusion, before a victory.
posted in music, pets | Comments Off on Despite my feeble fingers | 260 words
The chorus was back this evening. OK, a solo artist from the chorus. Maybe the group will perform a bit later, as the moon gets higher in the sky. And against all odds, I managed to record a few short bursts of song. The odds live here, and when silence is a virtue, they want to provide a counterpoint. Silly; they don’t even know the words.
posted in pets, sports | Comments Off on Watching the spear-throwing competition | 258 words
Please pardon the dog; he’s a bit stressed. Something about a full moon and the coyote chorus change him, into a squealing mass of nerves. Not sure if he wants us to challenge the locals for “top of the heap”, or try it himself. In any case, the wind has died, and the rest of us refuse to feed mosquitoes while he makes up his mind. Just move along.
posted in food, pets | Comments Off on A squeal against the howling | 278 words
Today we did what had to be done. Instead of staying at home watching the new grass grow, we went to the city. Left in mid-morning, and arrived in time for some impressive rainfall. Based on the reports of others, about 65mm in an hour or so, which meant that we had to plan movements around showers.
posted in music, pets, Wx | Comments Off on Adding a uke to the studio | 288 words
Sitting, before dark, yawning. The dog did it again; rousted me at that magical hour before the hour before dawn. Took me for a walk up the road (which still had traffic) while he made sure that our area was free of predators. That was what he was doing, right?
posted in environment, pets | Comments Off on Out, spots! | 259 words
My location means that sunrise is the new sunset. Getting up early isn’t the issue, and the weather console allows me to double check my intended hour. This morning, there was a mist hanging over the field below; gone inside of a quarter hour, leaving no trace.
posted in pets, Wx | Comments Off on Sunrise is the new sunset | 277 words
The dog hinted strongly that we needed to go for a moonlight stroll, earlier. After checking the windspeed (mosquito protocol) and finding a flashlight, we headed up the road to allow certain necessary movements. Funny how the dog seems less dependent on an artificial light than me. Or maybe he just doesn’t care about the scenery.
posted in pets, technology | Comments Off on Late night strolling | 254 words
A local version of an alarm clock: a cold dog nose to the armpit. Gets you up and moving. In this case, a quick march up the road and back, to take care of basic needs (on the part of the dog) and give me a chance to “feed” the local mosquitoes. Not nearly as much fun as it sounds. The bugs figured out that the dog was as much a donor as yours truly, and that prompted a little more speed from the chief inspector of roadside odours.
posted in food, pets | Comments Off on Local alarm clock variation | 259 words
