Watching the Guys

There are no ghosts, but sometimes there are. This is Rebel who sometimes pops up out of nowhere just to see what's up with us. Not to worry; he's a friendly little ghost, sort of like Casper.

Today was a good day because one of the neighbors' New Year's Eve relatives parked his car right outside the front-yard fence and decided to diddle with the motor with three other guy relatives. One of the gal relatives just stared at them for the entire time; she's my kind of gal. The motor men tried to pretend Shane and I weren't there, even though Shane let loose a few deep and threatening barks that probably made them wish they hadn't parked there. But, they played it cool, you know, the way humans do when they trip on themselves and then glare at an imaginary culprit on the ground.

It's fun to watch people work on cars because they don't move around a lot; they just bend and uncap something, bend and screw something, bend and drain something, bend and peer, bend and peer again. You don't have to follow them anywhere. Too bad Shane can't learn to relax, because Joan made him go inside to settle his nerves. She probably gave him a carrot. No big deal. I'm holding out for the Milk Bone anyway.

Wishing all my dog and cat friends (okay, I don't have any cat friends, just cat acquaintances) a 2007 filled with feasts. I hope the humans don't make too much noise at midnight.

Joan hasn't forgotten you, Rebel, wherever you are.

Juno