Back again from traipsing around the neighborhood: pillar to post to pillar. Dawg and I marched from here to the shops east of Main Drag Central; then home and into the Shack.
Dawg takes up her post on the doggy bed, in the lovely air-conditioning. Human goes back out to hit the Sprouts and waypoints.
Human has gotten surprisingly skilled at repelling panhandlers. Hot diggety!
Sprouts: amply supplied with nummies, and — more importantly — with beer. So now we’re handsomely armed for dinner.
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Ahhh, Little Dog! What a lovely little dog.
In hideous Saudi Arabia — where the Human grew up — we weren’t allowed to have dogs. Rabies, y’know.
Actually, the jackals (which invaded the camp after dark every night) carried the rabies. But if your dog got into a squabble with one of those canine intruders, your dog was gonna be exposed to rabies, and that was gonna be the end of your dog. And you were going to enjoy THE most gawdawful round of anti-rabies shots you can imagine.
Pain, pain, and more pain: from every direction.
So we didn’t have dogs out there.
And therein lies one of the chief of the many reasons you couldn’t pay me to go back to that place. 😮
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So here we are, loafing in the living room…again. Ruby and I have become quite expert at loafing!
It’s a warm but not a hot day. Tolerable enough for traipsing. School has come and gone, so kids are outside playing: more than tolerable enough.
Sometimes I think I would like to move…
But where to?
Well: first choice would be to a neighborhood closer to M’Hijito’s house.
Heeeeee! Wouldn’t he be pleased?
Well, before I chase him off to Payson, we’d need to rethink that idea.
Another possibility would be into the residential area adjacent to the area occupied by the Beloved AJ’s Fancy-Dan Grocery Store. Just imagine being able to walk to the best grocery store in the city! Whenever you feel like it!!
That also would be, in theory, within walking distance of M’Hijito’s house.
The location, though, is near one of the busiest intersections in the city, and right up the street from a complex of not one, not two, but three high schools. So…well…you can imagine the noise level!!
Don’t think I wanna move there.
So…ya look around and ya look around and ya look around…and eventually you think I don’t wanna move anywhere away from here!
Yea verily: by sheer, raw luck, you happened to buy a house in THE ideal corner of the city. Truth to tell, there is no “where to” to move to.
What luck, eh!?