Eat Snow

Eating Snow

Well, the doggie has a very good home now—I hear he’s even going to go to dog school—and at last we have a little peace around here. Shane was been very tolerant of our visitor. Okay, he had to wear a muzzle for a while, you know, just to learn that no one was trying to threaten him. It didn’t take long before he figured it out, and we’re all very proud of his new outlook on life. So, it seems you can teach some old dogs new—well, not tricks—ways of viewing the world.

The Visitor

Joan found this dog today. He was lost and needed a bath and a cozy place so she brought him home and gave him those things. He was wearing a dog tag from the animal shelter, but the animal shelter was closed, so I guess he’s here for the weekend.

Shane isn’t very happy about the whole thing, but we can’t let the dog go back to being neglected. He’s very sweet and gentle. The animal shelter wasn't too careful about who adopted him. That's not good.

Best wishes, Juno

PS: He looks like Jaaron's Ziggy!

Windy Winter Day

Today the sun was shining low in the sky, and the wind blew across the yard lifting the few shriveled brown leaves of last summer out of the wire webbing on the chain link fence and sending the clouds racing so fast they don’t have time to change shape.

Joan’s sure the neighbor’s ancient oak is going to crash land on our house one of these days. It would be a shame since it’s a beautiful tree, but she also doesn’t like the idea of my lying in the yard within reach of its noisy branches. It’s not as though the wind is howling; but it is whooshing on the loud side. I like the feel of the wind under my fur; it makes me feel fresh and light. Just to get back at Joan for making me come in—you know, because of the tree—I splashed in a puddle and got myself all wet.

Shane doesn’t get me, and Joan's still sick. Alas. I might as well sleep.

Best wishes, Juno

Finger-Lickin’

We hate it when Joan is sick. First of all, we don’t get a walk—just an “out you go” into the yard; second, and foremost, Joan always hogs up the couch when she gets sick. But, today, at last, we went out for a walk. It’s been over a week! I only had two moments of trauma, but they passed with a few reassuring words from Joan and a bored stare from Shane.

Winter is a time for reflection on the couch, licking cappuccino foam, and lying in the late-afternoon sun that throws itself across the living room floor like mini-heat-rays even on the coldest days. Oh, and there’s always watching the dog show on Animal Planet. We like that, too. We don’t get it. But we do like to watch the trainers run back and forth with their dogs. We don’t even mind that we’ll never be best in their show; Joan always says we’re best in her show, and that's all that matters. She’s very sensitive about the negative side of competition. Beauty—it's so arbitrary.

Best wishes, Juno