Monday, February 23, 2009
Comments on the snow had exhausted their novelty. Still, it fell. Some liked to argue that winter built character, yet prisons were full of characters. Winter was an ordeal through which we suffered. It didn't make a person any better than a root canal. Nor was it likely to do much more damage than boot camp. Winter lay somewhere between a root canal and boot camp. Have a lovely week.
Monday, February 16, 2009
The sidewalk was every bit as cold as it had been against their naked sphincters outside the kitchen door. A collie could wrap its tail around its parts, but basenjis, being from the Congo, never bothered to insulate that which seemed superfluous. Then, the space age, jet travel, Americans with disposable income, and, voila! basenjis were sitting outside a kitchen door in Minnesota trying to hold their nether parts a little higher off the ground because people had decided they were better off cold than dead.
Monday, February 9, 2009
The snow pack was softening. Everybody felt better about things, not because there was any great difference, but just because the signs had become encouraging. It was almost over, like a cease-fire had been negotiated. The basenjis were willing to go outside again, and they had begun leaving muddy footprints on the floor when they came back in. It was swell.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Kiko was the youngest, the fastest, and the strongest. Trouble was, he had yet to grow much of a brain. He had been with us about a year after being rejected by another family because he made their son itch. He was bred in a puppy mill, and sold in a pet store in Colorado. He still suffered night frights, and woke up screaming from time to time. He always apologized with profuse kisses. He had no tact, and lacked finesse altogether, but he was learning. He was overwhelmingly worth the trouble he accidentally brought with him.