Up betimes as SP used to write in his daily journal, picking up Fido and then out for the morning patrol. I caught the scent right out of the car, had to get Fido to back me up on this.
A bobcat. Hissing and spitting the way cats do, but we treed the sucker, showed him what for.
Like whatsisname, the president, GWB. Mission accomplished. Only mine was. You are now able to move safely along Mountain Drive without fear of bobcats.
No, don't thank me, just get out of the way; I've got work to do.
Maybe a little nap after breakfast.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Dogs Need Palmpilots
I need an intern. Perhaps a young Border Collie or a pure ACD, someone to tend to the basics. I already have my paws full, making sure Boss gets to his classes, workshops, that oh so long late night whatever it is he does at the writers' conference. I have my own duties. Mascot for the whole graduate writing program. Trips to the Bay area for workshops there. Stops along the way to get a sense of what's going on in the Interior. And coyotes! Jeez! Last night, I had to fight off at least twenty, keening, and barking, and snarling. At least sixteen, maybe even ten; surely six from the sound of their voices. One dog cannot get it all in and still maintain order. I'm thinking maybe someone in The College of Creative Studies at UCSB or perhaps one of Boss's better students at Antioch. An intern, that's the ticket.
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