There’s Never a Pet Psychic Around When You Need One

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.

Follow the Falling Fat Guys

The roofing crew down the street started before 6AM.

Roofing’s hard work any time of the year.  That’s why you only see skinny, wiry guys doing this type of work.

Could you imagine what a hazard it would be, if old, heavy-set guys, like myself, tried roofing in this summer heat?  Fat guys falling off roofs everywhere–into the shrubbery.  I did blister my knees once, cleaning out the gutters.

Umbrella Days

“Since rain seems to be topic of the day around here–a beautiful image, and thoughts from last summer.”


A squash blossom

Resembled an umbrella

The color of bright sunshine

Crafted from finest silk

To repel drops of rain

From sudden summer showers

On pleasant walks in the park

 

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