Another slow work day, so we played some fetch in the backyard this afternoon. Henry isn’t much of a snow dog, but when a ball is involved, nothing else exists. He could be in the full throws of Armageddon wearing headphones blasting Barbara Streisand with a pygmy marmoset strapped to his back, and still all he would see is a ball not being thrown for him.
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JD // December 15, 2008 at 6:50 pm |
Holly,
Re the photo of the raccoon leering into the house: It looks as if he’s being monitoredd by the 1971 candle owl?
True?
holly // December 15, 2008 at 7:54 pm |
why yes it is! have you been missing him? he does nothing to deter the raccoon, though.
JD // December 16, 2008 at 12:14 am |
After all these years, I’m pleased that he still serves as a sentry. He never was any good as a watch dog. He never hooted!