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When Emma Dog came to us, five years ago, she brought with her a favorite toy: a squeaky plastic ice cream cone. She loved the damned thing. Unfortunately, a place I boarded her lost it. She was disconsolate. For months I sought a replacement. Nothing I tried connected with her. Until one day at Wal-Mart I found [...] Emma Dog still seemed sore today from yesterday’s walk. I wanted to go out again to try an experiment that occurred to me on the ditch yesterday. So I stuck my water bottle carrier and other walking accouterments into my backpack in hopes of sneaking out without her making me feel like Hitler for leaving [...] Tonight Emma heard two words she’s almost never heard from me in juxtaposition before. Bad dog. I was sitting on the sofa writing. Emma got up from lying on the living room floor nearby and went to the kitchen to get a drink. After a while I noticed she was taking an unusually long time getting a drink. [...] Or maybe, Emma opts out of out. Emma in late 2004 being throttled by strange man. That’s actually my best friend Joe holding Emma because he wanted his picture taken with her. What? They don’t come much stranger than Joe. So this morning I was roused by Joe calling at 9:25. He announced it was time to [...] Emma Dog wanted in early. It’s a pretty day, and relatively warm. Which would normally mean she’d want to stay outside. But there’s a brisk-to-scary wind blowing for the second day in a row, and I think she got tired of it. Anyway, she came in feeling frisky. We’re not getting a walk, again, because I [...] I’m looking to make the long-deferred move to broadband, simply because the Heartbreak of Dialup™ has become too, well, heartbreaking. Plus on those occasions I actually need to use the Net in the course of my occupation (it happens) it’s no more rewarding or useful to spend minutes waiting for a page to load than [...] - from Great Sky Demons; plus When Purse Dogs Attack! Great Sky Demon hunting near scene of today's attack Got a bit of a late start today; got to sleep about 1 AM, didn’t wake up to stay until almost 11. I’m still a bit drained and catching up. Anyway, I took myself off to VI, ate [...] Okay, this would more accurately be called “Min-Pin Encounter.” But “Min-Pin Adventure” sounds like either a Seventies Disney flick or a deeply, deeply wrong porno. Of such dichotomies are made the cheap amusements on which I thrive. So there. Anyway, Emma Dog is doing better. Her Uncle Joe suggested she might be bored [...] Okay, “mug” is probably not the right verb. Actual mugging would be notably unwise, given Emma Dog’s size and disposition. Call it raconteur’s license (a concept I just made up, having no shame.) (Crap! Was that just a sonic boom? A big blustery puffing boom just came from out back somewhere. Emma barked but doesn’t seem [...] That’s what paraded across the path in front of Emma and me as we walked north along Bear’s Ditch, which runs past the east side of the RGNC preserve. Emma was cool and didn’t try to fetch any of them. They were all drab – not a shiny green head in sight. Either they’ve yet to [...] |
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