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When Emma and I went on our walk today, on the bike path and trails down along the clear ditch by the RGNC, it was a lovely afternoon. The breeze was cold, but it’s mostly a sheltered walk. Only walking west down the path from Candelaria did the wind-tunnel effect make it really bitter. As [...] So I got back late from writers’ group (fun and productive!) and am trying to wind down. Per my habit I’m sitting on the floor writing and spending quality time with Emma as she chews her rawhide bone. Something at Steve Stirling’s must’ve smelled real interesting, because a couple minutes ago she left off [...] Yes, as I was walking today on the path along the east side of the clear ditch north of the Río Grande Nature Center about half a mile south of Montaño, at 4:53 PM I saw a bald eagle fly in front of me, maybe 50-100 feet up and perhaps 100 yards off. Big dark [...] Every night after I give Emma her dinner I bring her in and play with her with her Hideous Toy, then sit with her as she chews her rawhide bone. If she’s occupying herself I read, or write, or watch TV, or get online – as I’m doing now, in fact. Squeak almost [...] Christmas Eve rivals Christmas for my favorite day of the year. Somebody, presumably the neighborhood association, lined our sidewalks with luminarias this year, as I discovered when I peeked out in late afternoon. I seem to remember they passed around a flyer saying something about it months ago; I spaced it out. They did a fine [...] Emma just petitioned pretty enthusiastically to come inside. I opened the door and it was raining. That made pretty clear why she wanted in so urgently. That might seem strange. When we go walk one thing pretty much everyone notices is that she’s a Black Lab: she’s big, glossy black, got the tail and [...] Today I had to try gluing my rearview mirror back to the windshield again. Because I was engaged in preliminary indoor work, scraping and cleaning the little steel plate which is what actually gets affixed (allegedly) to the glass, Emma prudently withdrew to her pen in my office, on the chance I might gouge myself [...] It’s a deathmatch! OK, not really. Grackles can fly. Emma Dog can’t. Those big birds better be glad. I cleverly spilled about half a cup of Emma Emma Chow on the back porch when I brought her in. I left the interior door open because it’s warm. A minute ago I saw my big orange [...] Emma is such a good girl. We went to the vet for the first time today. Nothing dire: when I went to Archon in September of 2004, Emma boarded with a nice woman from the shelter I got her from (which I won’t name because, although they treated Emma and me quite well, they are [...] Emma Dog and I just got back from a walk along the clear ditch by the Río Grande Nature Center. Beautiful, warm, clear autumn afternoon. As we turned down the path back to the end of Candelaria the pumping station there, which I think gives water seeping down from the city’s storm drains its final kick [...] |
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