Monday, December 22, 2008

Nellyo


That look. It was that look that made it unnecessary for Basenjis to bark. They looked one in the eye, furrowed their fuzzy little brows, and everything followed from there. They had been manipulating humans for several millennia, and we were just the latest batch to fall under their spell. It was almost Christmas, a season children loved but a season that made some adults feel old. It was a good year to remember how good we had it, eat well, take a nap, and move forward.

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Two camouflaged Basenjis.

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Milla's always mom.

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Kiko practiced his creep.

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Kitchen Kiko.

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Bringing groceries home.

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Groceries attract Basenjis.

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Bosco kept hunting.

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Minus ten fahrenheit outside.

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Kiko's manly toes.

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Bosco peeking.

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Dawn's latest.

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Dawn's needlepoint.

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Dawn's needlepoint.

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Dawn's thread boxes.

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Kissing always helps.

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Basenji self-help.

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Chicken fillet sandwich to go.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Snow

It had begun to take two people to get the Basenjis outside, one to hold the door open, and one to herd them out. They were pretty low-maintenance otherwise, so they figured it was no more than they deserved. Otherwise, they dawdled about ten feet back from the door and acted clueless. "Outside? We've never been outside before." It took a certain amount of finesse to deal with Basenjis since they adamantly refused to be trained. Trick them? Okay. Train them? Never.

Snow


Oh yeah, Gary said it was okay.

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Everybody slept a lot.

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Milla liked to watch.

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Kiko's idea of a good time.

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Kiko's honest little dog face.

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An open refrigerator door, hmmm.

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Is Dawn home yet?!

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You gotta let us in!

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Let me in, I said let me in!

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Waiting to come inside.

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Waiting to come inside.

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A neighbor blew snow from deck.

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Milla under the kitchen table.

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Hot on the trail.

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Peeking.

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Watching for Dawn to get home.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Longjohns.


Kiko liked Dawn's lap (her chest, and legs) across which he sprawled like it was the most natural thing a fellow like himself might do. Gary found that if he was able to ignore the newspaper and the TV set, things seemed very much as always. Of course the sky was falling, but the dogs still liked him tolerably well, and Dawn managed to humor him most of the time, when it suited her. Christmas seemed very close, yet very far away, all at once. Do what you can and laugh when you can.

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His hand!

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Boscoe creeping on Milla.

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Little Milla lap wad.

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Cave dog.

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Love that soapy water.

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It was always something.

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Dawn watched the desktop.

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Cactus bud.

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Dog lips.

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Gary in 1944.

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Gary, your host.

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Snow on the roof.

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Gary's phone.

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Under table heat vent.