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Pets

Awww, jeez! Guys!!!!

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Dare to sit down to breakfast, and ARF!!!!

Get up to see what the Hound is arfing at, and see Gerardo’s wondrous gang of yard dudes out front.

Dayum!!!

Get off duff. Trot around: pick up junk, put junk away; set up pool so guys can work around it; pick up more junk, put more junk away; pick up and discard mounds of dog sh!t… Finally get the place ready for the men.

Stumble back in the house. Look out front to see if they need me to go out there and unlock the side gate…

and…

and….

THEY’RE GONE!!!!!!!

WTF??????  Nary a sign of a yard dude! Or a yard dude’s truck!!

ohhhh…kayyyy…. So where’s the dog?????

Ruby!

RUBY!!

R-U-U-B-E-E-E-E!!!!!!

Nary a small fuzzy corgi!

Ohhhhh shee-ut! Did they open the gate and let her out?

Frantically search around and search around and call and call and search around and search around and call and call and…and…

Lo!
Here she is! 
Ambling out from underneath the toilet.

ggrrrrrr….  This is gonna be one of THOSE days, ain’t it?

Glorioski Morning

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Truly: a genuinely beautiful day has dawned. Ruby and I loaf in the west side yard, having traipsed all over the neighborhood.

Dodged Mr. Coyote while on that junket. Fortunately, the coyotes here are more scared of the humans than the humans are scared are of them…and that is irrationally scared. So our wild doggy friend melted away into the landscaping as we strolled past.

LOL! I do carry a walking stick on these doggy-treks. Not to help with walking on the utterly flat roads here. But to serve as a shillelagh if one is ever needed.

Gorgeous day or no gorgeous day, chances are the Dawg and I will head back to the sack in fairly short order. For reasons unknown, I’m feeling unduly sleepy.

In these parts, you’re more likely to need a shillelagh to defend against a human predator than to beat back a coyote. But this morning, not even one of the two-legged critters was in evidence. So, it was a nice day for a doggy-walk.

And right now, it being Sunday morning, the ‘Hood loafs in the Silence of the Tomb. It’s very, very quiet out here, except for the annoying roar of yet another jet plane. We’re far enough from the commercial airport AND far enough from Luke Air Force Base that the planes are well overhead by the time they get this far. But…not far enough overhead to completely silence the things.

One of my mother’s oddities was that she actually LIKED the sound of fighter jets charging around overhead. “It’s the sound of freedom,” she would simper.

Nothing like another World War to bring you a spate of freedom, eh?

Ruby-Dooo!!! EEEEEEK!

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Went to call the Ruby-doo this afternoon, by way of feeding her and then loafing on the back patio, and…

and…

and she was GONE!!!!!

As in GONE gone!

Searched all through the house. Searched the yards. Called and called and CALLED…. Noooo Ruby!

OOOOhhhh sheee-ut!

I just about fainted dead away. She must have managed to get outside without my noticing her escape. Right?

Called and searched and searched and called and called and searched and...and…eventually, along she comes, ambling up to the front door.

HOLEEE maquerel!

How she got out, I do not know. More to the point, how she made her way back, I cannot imagine! In this garden spot, once a house pet takes off outdoors, that is a GONE CRITTER.

Seriously: I really thought I would never see her again.

She must not have wandered far, because it only took her a few minutes to resurface.

Terrifying. Freakin’ terrifying!!!!!

How on earth could I have done anything SO STUPID and SO CARELESS as to have left her outside in the front patio?????  And then let her slip out through the gate!

WAKE UP, LADY!!!!!!!

After this, I’ll have to be one whole helluva lot more careful.

Feels like an absolute miracle that she didn’t set out for Tucson. And that she came back when she was called. GOOD DOG, LI’L RUBY!!!!

Ohhhh, the Terrror!!!

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Just back from the morning park circumnavigation. The place is overrun with dog-walkers…and…a fine pair of coyotes! 

LOL! One of the funniest things about living in the Hood is how brain-banging stupid the locals are about the coyotes that wander in off the desert — about six blocks to the north of us. Ohhhh the terror!! Ohhhhh the horror! Ohhhhh the panic!

The coyotes occasionally roam in off the desert preserve, about six or eight blocks to the north of the Hood. And yes, they will grab your dog if you leave it out in a place where they can jump a fence.

But no, they will not attack you or your dog as you stroll around the neighborhood streets. They’re more scared of you than you are of them.

Odd that people don’t seem to know that, isn’t it? Not as much fun to be un-scared, I guess. 😀

It was interesting, though, that the pair were roaming around the park, humans be damned. Clearly, they were not afraid of the local riff-raff. And that, to tell the truth, is not a good sign. You don’t want them to be unafraid of humans: you want them to exit, stage left the minute they see you.

So it was eye-catching that the two were just trotting about their business, smack in the middle of a human-infested park. At the height of the Doggy-Walk Hour….  Hmmmm….

I carry a shilelagh with me when I take Ruby out. Main reason is that I can wrap her leash around it, allowing her to drag me around without removing the hide off the palms of my hands. But it would do well to bat one of the wild pups, if they decided to try filet of corgi for breakfast.

Jets from Luke Air Force Base roaring around overhead this morning. Frankly, I find those avatars of World War III a great deal more alarming than a furry wild dog. WHAT a racket those planes make!

My mother, about as smart as the coyote-fearers, used to sit on her back porch in Sun City (right down the road from Luke), and soak up the racket from those planes.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she would simper, “it’s the sound of freedom!”

Uhm…no, Mom: it’s the sound of World War III, comin’ your way…

Never did understand why that rather obvious fact didn’t register with her.

Humans. They’re even weirder than coyotes.

Another Balmy Day in Arizona…

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“…Leave us all enjoy it,” as one beloved radio announcer (now extinct) used to croon.

Yeah. It’s 5:25 in the afternoon and A HUNDRED AND NINE DEGREES in the balmy shade of the back porch.

To gild that thermometer, a layer of overcast is drifting in from the east. So…it’s hotter than the hubs out there — and humid. 

Lovely. Feels like Saudi Arabia.

Anyhow…if there was ever a chance that Ruby and I could do an evening walk after the sun goes down, it’s rapidly melting away!

😀

What DO you suppose got into my parents, to drag us here to this balmy spot? Wouldn’t you think 10 years of 110-degree heat and sand by the Persian Gulf would have warmed the cockles of their souls enough?

ohhhhh well….  At least we don’t get hurricanes. Horrors!

Think I was supposed to go to the dentist this afternoon. That would have been impossible, as M’jihito still has my car. Just as well…I’m past my heat-and-hassle limit!!!

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Ruby goes outside. Where is she? 

Call the dog.

No sign of her.

But also no sign that any of the PARCHED, FRICASEED TREES AND PLANTS in the backyard have been watered.

Call the dog.

Tear around trying to get the watering system to come on. Drag a hose to one especially fried tree.

Call the dog.

Set the water to running on the backyard orange trees.

Call the dog.

Bat my way back into the house.

Call the dog.

Finally find her: loafing in the bedroom.

Hot, hot, hot, hot, HOTTER THAN HOT. Air-conditioner is set to 79 degrees, and it’s pounding away.

Phone jangles. 

Leap up, run to the office, grab handset.

It’s M’hijito, calling to check that I’m OK in this unholy heat, and asking if I’d like him to take me to the grocery store.

<3

Hafta ask you: how nice is that??? <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Nothing needed here this evening. But tomorrow I may ask him to schlep me to the Sprouts or some such. No hurry, thank goodness!!

Arizona:
Garden spot

Hotter than the Hubs

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6:15 p.m., and it’s 105 on the back porch.

The back porch wherein no sunlight penetrates….

{whine whinge!!} It’s SO hot, so miserable that it’s hard to believe this is Arizona.

Yeah, it does get HOT in Arizona. But as we like to brag, “it’s a dry heat.” Today the oven appears to be attached to the plumbing. We’ve got hot, all right. But also weirdly damp. 

An unpleasant wind has been blowing all afternoon, waving the trees around in the distance. And we have a weird, high overcast. Very thin clouds, gathered over us like a sheet on a bed. They’re keeping the heat close to the ground, and the wind is blasting that heat back and forth.

Saaaave us!

Ohhhh well. Ruby and I are barricaded inside the house. The AC is blasting away…we can only hope it keeps on blasting, and doesn’t crap out in the middle of the night.

My excellent son brought over some good things to eat, and so the human is stuffed. Presumably the dog is, too, since she just scarfed down a dish of pooch chow.

This junket to our house was very kind of him: it rescued me from having to walk to the Fry’s or the Sprouts. They’re close enough…but in this heat, nothing is close. So I was mighty glad to be spared the grocery-store hike.

Tomorrow the temp is predicted to hit 110. Again: not surprising at this time of year. But still…heh! lamentable. 

One of my neighbors — a great favorite of mine — has rented an apartment in Prescott: a cowtown and tourist trap up north on the Rim. It’s not far from where our ranch was. But…hmm ….  Y’know, the ranch wasn’t exactly balmy in the dead of summer.

Lessee…. Tomorrow Prescott is supposed to hit 113.

Well. It’s better than 120. I guess.

Not enough better, IMHO, to make it worth renting or buying real estate up there! 😀