Monday, September 29, 2008
Everywhere the child went, the Basenji was sure to follow. They were small, like a good game animal. They seemed slow enough to knock down. Best of all, they lacked even the basic tearing and biting apparatus. But the Basenjis understood they could not start eating things while they were still alive. Still, one had to admire the Basenjis for enthusiasm and ambition, and they meant well. More next week.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
A dead chipmunk turned up in the garden. Milla found it. Into every life must fall muskrats or chipmunks. It is a sign of living appropriately when it is only a chipmunk. It's almost like good luck. While not everyone felt the warmth of good luck upon finding a chipmunk, some did. To each their own, and be sure to vote.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
The air had a chill in the morning. For those who were tired of hot weather, relief was on the way. The gardens were overgrown, and rodents of one sort or another teased the dogs with promises of excitement and raw meat. It was Minnesota, where cold weather got so cold they promoted it as a healthy element of life. Basenjis had begun to shiver as they sprouted a heavier coat. Soon the geese would pack up and head south. Otherwise, things were swell.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
It had become a chore to get the pack off the kitchen stoop. It was the default lair from which they could only be moved by a squirrel of chipmunk. A tasty vole would move them, but nobody liked to admit taking the trouble to catch a vole. Finding different ways to compose the stoop in a photograph was becoming a challenge. Still, it was a test of ingenuity. September was wonderful.