Where have all the pet psychics gone? Once they proliferated the channels and talk shows. Have they disappeared into obscurity?
Why had my dogs suddenly stopped going on morning walks? “There were no bad dogs, only bad pet owners.” I understood Cesar Millan’s message.
What was different? Did I need to change my morning routine? Was it them? Or, was it me? Had they sensed the recent tropical storm? Was I over thinking the issue?
I needed the exercise and walked without them the past two mornings. The weirdest part was the sensation of them being there–even though they weren’t.
That’s my nickel’s worth. I hope the answer comes soon. I’m not nearly as interesting without Max and Maggie. It may simply be discomfort from summer heat and humidity.
Sensationalist headlines. “Rinsed, lathered, repeated” periodically. Perhaps for benefit of those with short-term memory problems.
The Trump, Macron friendship tree disappeared. Where had it gone? Evil conspiracy implied. Trees had roots, not legs. Turned out it was quarantined as required, by humans in the agriculture department.
Best states in which to retire? Worst states in which to retire? Best states to visit on vacation? Worst states to visit on vacation? Not speaking in geographical terms, I would most like to be in the states of happiness and contentment; least desired states, would be sadness and desperation.
Yesterday was annual physical day for the two wonder mutts. They ran through the entire gamut of emotions, from the elation of going for a car ride, to disappointment, and fear at the Veterinarian’s office. All turned out for the best.
Gambling is illegal in the state of mind, I’m in. –Melanie Safka, from the ‘Nickel Song,’–
A recent Saudi Arabian beauty pageant for camels was recently thrown into chaos.
It seemed some of the camel participants had been artificially enhanced by Botox injections. Which was against the rules.
Even though Botox made contestant’s faces more handsome, natural beauty was preferred by the judges. The “offenders” were disqualified.
Let’s be honest, were camels really that beautiful in the first place? Beauty is certainly in the eyes of the beholders. Did they also have first and second runners-up? Were there Ms./Mr. Congenialities?
“For variety–a cute baby chick perched on a mushroom”
–Image, Craig Roberts–
The borderline is a good thing if you’re hankering for some Taco Bell.
If your cholesterol is borderline–fast food’s not a good choice. My annual physical is a little over a week away.
The gist of all this–I have to consume only poultry and fish, between now and then.
Starting after tonight’s roast pork loin dinner, with German potato salad, baked beans, and marinated coleslaw.
Time will tell if my dietary efforts pay off.
Another dietary concern involves my dog, Max. He certainly isn’t starving for food. Last night and today, I’ve caught him with baby turtles in his mouth.
They weren’t the sea-dwelling type, but rather, some species of land tortoise. In any case, they deserved a chance to grow into turtle adulthood.
Another birthday came and went. Birthday cakes aren’t large enough to hold the required number of candles.
The younger set is impatient to age, the older set wishes aging would slow down.
Visited with friends over a long weekend. Many enjoyable highlights. Scars from last year’s tragic fires were still present in Gatlinburg and Smoky Mountain NP.
Ridges covered with bare trees, stark skeletons of burned-out homes and cabins. Hilltops bulldozed over–some decided to rebuild, others took insurance settlements, and left.
Went deep undercover in Tennessee Vols country Saturday. No one was the wiser. Faithful fans cheered for positive yardage; fell silent during penalties in a very lackluster game with UMass.
The two mutts were glad to be released from incarceration at the kennel on our return. Their lockup due to their incompatibility with felines.
One morning in the restroom, I was startled when one of the male cats jumped from behind the shower curtain. The other, growled from concealment. Thankfully, the conflict didn’t escalate, while I was in a compromised position.
Max and Maggie would be disappointed to know, while they were kenneled, we were visiting with cats. It will remain a secret.
My submission for National Dog Day. I didn’t know there was such a thing. Everyday is my dog’s holiday.