Barb and her brothers and sisters are converging on the perfect white (so far) sand beaches of Destin, Florida for a week of beer, BBQ and bon homme.
Lucy (the Golden Retriever) and I are stock piling old newspapers and cleaning out the kennel in preparation for the newest member of our family. The photo above might or might not be her. Barb will select from the two females in the litter of five when she picks up the pup on her way back from Destin. We haven’t picked a name yet but the list is getting very short.
I mention this, in part, so you can brace yourself for what is sure to be a steady stream of puppy porn.
Red Ball is a simple game. Someone (with opposable thumbs) throws the ball and Lucy runs madly after it and brings it back. And repeat.
Lucy loves playing ball more than anything (rawhide chews and rolling on dead animals a close 2nd and 3rd). She can do it for hours, with periodic trips to our faux creek to cool off.
As we play this game, I wonder if there’s anything in my life with such a high joy-to-effort ratio. Nothing comes immediately to mind. Except Red Ball.
I should explain that our refrigerator conked out (that’s the term the service tech used) recently and Barb purchased a new one (above). But this pretty much what we have on hand most of the time.
It looks a lot like the frig my buddy Allan and I shared 30+ years ago on Church Street in Kennett, MO.
The jar on the second shelf contains either a pickle or a salamander.
I took the dogs out to do their business earlier today and, on the way back, I happened to look up in the tree we walk under a dozen times a day. I saw what I thought was a black piece of plastic until it moved in an unmistakably serpentine way. It was a big-ass snake, about 15 feet off the ground.
As I looked closer I saw the snake was wrapped around a bird nest, which explained the frantic activity of some robins. They were darting in for a peck at the snake, trying to scare it off. With no luck at all. (I found it interesting that they were getting help from cardinals and other birds) The snake looked like he might be digesting something.
If you are a snake lover or naturalist or one of those guys who pick up snakes, you can skip the rest of this post. It’s just gonna piss you off. Let’s go to the video [CAUTION: Adult language]:
Even if I’d been willing to get on a ladder and grab the snake, it would probably have brought down the nest. But friends, that was never a consideration.
And even as I fired little steel balls into the tree, the adult birds didn’t flinch or move away. They stayed right by the nest. I kept thinking I’d hit and kill one of them but I didn’t.
If this black snake had stayed out in the woods, stuffing himself with rodents and moles, he’d still be alive. But he decided to climb up my tree and eat some defenseless baby robins.
Lucy –the junior pup at our house– is extremely camera shy. If you pick up something that even resembles a camera, she runs under the bed (her sanctuary). I thought I could fool her with the iPhone. No way.
But I got this shot (with iPhone) last night. Hardly a great photo but I like the monitor glow on Barb and you can just spot Lucy’s nose peeking out from beneath the table.
For some reason it appears I’m about five floors up but it’s just one.
WALTERS: I have one final, very important question. I, Mrs. Obama, I sent you a picture of my dog, Cha Cha MICHELLE OBAMA: Uh-huh. WALTERS: Who is a Havanese, and a very perfect dog, and BARACK OBAMA: Cha Cha? WALTERS: Cha Cha. Cha Cha is a dog, he's a Havanese, he's from Havana… name is "Cha-cha-cha." BARACK OBAMA: Cha-cha-cha. WALTERS: Yeah. (overlap) BARACK OBAMA What is a Havanese? WALTERS: Oh, it's like a little.. it's like a little terrier. And they're non-allergenic, and they're the sweetest dogs in the world. BARACK OBAMA: But, but it's a… it's like a little yappy dog. WALTERS: Yeah, you don't want (overlap) MICHELLE OBAMA: Don't criticize. BARACK OBAMA: Yeah, it like sits in your lap and things? MICHELLE OBAMA: (Overlap) Yes, it's a cute dog. (Laughs) BARACK OBAMA: It sounds kind of like a… a girly dog. MICHELLE OBAMA: We're girls. We have a house full of girls. WALTERS: We know… we… what about whatever you were saying? MICHELLE OBAMA: (Laughs) BARACK OBAMA: Well, well, we're gonna have a big, rambunctious dog.