Phoebe wanted to sleep in this morning
Some mornings she can't even wait until I've made a cup of coffee, much less had time to drink it; on those days, she bouncing off my chest, licking my face, leaping about the trailer - let's go, let's go, let's GO! But, this morning, she can't be bothered; she's warm, sleepy and happy in all her blankets.
I'm camping with a couple of friends from Portland; Rebecca came a couple of days ago, Marty just got here today. It's been nice chatting with folks who share at least a place, a small network of people, some common experiences.
Phoebe is a foodie
Despite having been given WAY more treats than I would ever give her in a day, Phoebe is still fixated on the remains of our lunch - to be fair, there was both chicken and cheese on the table. She entertained us for quite some time - I was very impressed that she can balance so long - perhaps, she could have a side gig as a circus dog.
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| Phoebe, doing her Meerkat impersonation. |
Zeek was a good dog
Near where I am camped, at the base of a big saguaro, is a small pet memorial. I see them now and again out here in the desert. This one is for Zeek, who was a very good dog. The other day, a woman walked by, stood for awhile, then placed a small toy dog on the memorial. She smiled and told me that she was just bringing him a new toy.
Good boy, Zeek; enjoy.
