Monday, July 28, 2008

Stealth Dogs

First they wanted bells. Then they didn't want bells. They had bells before, but they don't have bells now. Instead of jingling, they are now the Stealth Dogs, approaching silently, without warning, unnoticed until it was too late. They'd probably just been reading too many comic books about heroes with superpowers. But, if that was all it took to make them happy, what the hell.

Stealth Dogs


Which way to go?

Stealth Dogs


Kiko knocking.

Stealth Dogs

Lemme in, lemme in!

Stealth Dogs


How d'ya do.....How d'ya do.

Stealth Dogs


Basenji circle.

Stealth Dogs


Milla's bell was gone.

Stealth Dogs


Kiko's bell was gone.

Stealth Dogs


No more bell.

Stealth Dogs


Unbelled stealth dogs on a brown stoop.

Stealth Dogs


Where he's been.

Stealth Dogs


Brown dog by a brown road.

Stealth Dogs


Milla's color.

Stealth Dogs


Test driving.

Stealth Dogs


The Kiss.

Stealth Dogs

New walk stained terra cotta.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Dog Daze

Kiko inspected the water can to be sure it had the right amount of water. It was tough getting anything past his sharp brown eyes. Meanwhile, the new cement was curing before the guy came back to stain it a sort of brown for the ultimate aesthetic. Weeds needed pulling. There was time to sit out on the patio listening to the wireless radio in the warmth of nearly bug-free evenings. It was the dog's gift to those of us who dressed warm all winter. One more thing we owe dogs.

Dog Daze


New stoop inspection.

Dog Daze


Say what?

Dog Daze


One up a tree.

Dog Daze


Oops, missed something.

Dog Daze


Kiko's wrinkles.

Dog Daze


Everywhere Bosco went Kiko went.

Dog Daze


Power turn.

Dog Daze


Framed.

Dog Daze


Three way watch.

Dog Daze


The patience of a stone bunny.

Dog Daze


Milla and the bunny.

Dog Daze


An unmarried toad.

Dog Daze


Kiko coming out.

Dog Daze


Kiko going in.

Dog Daze


Milla's spot.

Monday, July 14, 2008

el Basenji Real.


In California it was the el Camino Real, and then the coast highway, that connected the Spanish churches along the coasts. Milla, Kiko, and Bosco wanted an improved highway that became the el Basenji Real this past week. Kiko thought it worth a kiss since Gary had his lips puckered. The new road was sweet, smooth and fast. It was just what the basenjis had in mind.

el Basenji Real

Camo Millo.

el Basenji Real


New cement everywhere.

el Basenji Real


Toward sunset.

el Basenji Real


Milla's spot.

el Basenji Real

Gary's koi.

el Basenji Real


Gary, usually behind the camera.

el Basenji Real


The North-South exit.

el Basenji Real


A highway on a hill.

el Basenji Real


Milla approved.

el Basenji Real


The new kitchen stoop.

el Basenji Real

The el Basenji Real, or the Basenji Highway.

el Basenji Real


The old trail.

el Basenji Real


Ooops.

el Basenji Real


Modeling the old stoop.

el Basenji Real

Milla inspected the old road.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Blue Rocks


"Mexican Beach Pebbles" for the dry pond and dry creek bed because the Basenjis wanted them. They shared a sweetness that made their company a moving experience. If they wanted rocks, they could have them, or nearly anything else they wanted. They did not bark. They intuited their needs to the people with whom they lived. It was an odd arrangement that worked well.

Blue Rocks


New rocks, new bowl.