Once again, Bess and I took our
exercise walk first thing. This time I carried the camera. A pair of hawks have
a nest along our route, and they are naturally leery of Bess and protective of
their home – wherever it is. I watched the soaring hawk until he (she?) landed in the rocks across the
draw, where he was actually quite well camouflaged. By cropping the picture, I
was able to make him (or is it her?) more visible. And do I see a pair of hawks
in the picture, or is that just a rock?
My phone rang this morning,
and the caller came up as Yancey, my stepson, who is motocaching with husband
Mike. I was startled because I couldn’t think of any reason Yancey would call (instead
of Mike) unless Mike were incapacitated. Turned out to be Mike using Yancey’s
phone. Long story short, he had lost his phone, which he said he clearly
remembered putting in his jacket pocket. ("The great god of geocaching is
greedy this year,” I thought to myself.) He was calling because he needed me to
find his password, but then he remembered it without prompting. Fifteen minutes
later he called again, and this time it came up “Mike.” Apparently Yancey had taken
hold of the situation and searched Mike’s person, finding the phone in the
pocket of his chaps. Too bad he didn’t do it 40 miles and an hour and a half
sooner.
While staycating with dogs, I
don’t feel obligated to work. The care and feeding of dogs takes considerable
time, so when they nap, I relax. But today I changed the bed, did the laundry,
washed dishes, weeded and fertilized the tomatoes.
Evenings are “me
time.” (Okay – you can argue that the whole staycation is “me time.”) After
supper I expect my charges to settle down and leave me alone, but Nellie is
especially agitated in the evening. I take her outside, and when we
come back in, she immediately wants to go out again. If I don’t let her out, she
paces and sits beside me and begs. Maybe she’s hungry, but as Mike points out, she’s
always hungry. My solution is just to put her to bed early, but I feel badly
about it. I like having her on her pillow.
Bess usually settles down,
but tonight she was clearly feeling sorry for herself. I suspect she was
missing Mike, who is her main person. She probably wonders if he’s ever going to come back.
Nellie would just as soon be my dog, but Bess loves Mike. KW
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