Somehow this goes nicely with the previous post.

Excerpts from a dog's diary:

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat 's Diary:

Day 1,183 of my captivity...

My captor continues to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects, dining lavishly on fresh meat, while I am fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at the feet of my captor. I had hoped this would strike fear into cold hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, only condescending comments are made about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Fools.

There was some sort of assembly of accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate my tormentor by weaving around her feet as she was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously an idiot.

I believe the parakeet to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guard regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captor has arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.

For now.

Oh, Hank...............

........ ♫ "wishing and hoping and thinking and praying and planning and dreaming ... each night of his charms.........♪♪♪





If he stares long enough, he thinks he will be transported out to those birds, he's sure. Come on, boy. You never want to play anymore.


Hey, Hank. I'm over here!

Odd sun out today

Or...trying to be out.

The REAL meaning of life

On the first day, God created the dog and said:

'Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years.'

The dog said: 'That's a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?'

So God agreed.

On the second day, God created the monkey and said:

'Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span.'

The monkey said: 'Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the Dog did?'

And God agreed.

On the third day, God created the cow and said:

'You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years.'

The cow said: 'That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years.. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?'

And God agreed again.

On the fourth day, God created humans and said:

'Eat, sleep, play, marry and
enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years.'

But the human said: 'Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?'

'Okay,' said God, 'You asked for it..'

So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family.. For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren.. And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.

Life has now been explained to you.

Two more pics of Saguaro Lake

I know...you're probably tired of Saguaro Lake photos, but here's two more. I was asked where Saguaro Lake is. I didn't mean to just leave the photos sans story. After I uploaded these I got busy with another matter. It is on Highway 87, commonly known here as the Beeline Highway and about 30 miles north of Mesa.

The sun that day was so pretty bouncing off the lake. It also was a nusance. It kept getting in my line of vision and what I wanted to photo. But I sort of liked this effect.

It made for neat reflections. I like the cliffs there next to the water. There are places where people can jump/dive off into the water. It's also very dumb. And also illegal. But they do it anyway.

And where were you on February 3, 1959?

YeahYeah....I know. Some of you were were not to be around until three decades later. Or possible four. I really never thought I'd live this long to remember stuff with such clarity that happened in those years.

So what is it about our brains that keeps a memory so vivid for a lifetime. I don't remember when James Dean died. Maybe slightly. He died in 1955 and I was a young ten year old then. So that didn't affect me until maybe later when I learned more about him. I do remember the movie Rebel Without a Cause when it came to the Lake Theater in Moses Lake and my parents thought the devil himself had come to town. So that in itself had to be pretty powerful to have that memory of what they thought of that James Dean and that movie. Funny how if you watch it today, it was nothing.

But I do remember February 3, 1959 with a very clear memory. I was in the 8th grade at Chief Moses Junior High School in Moses Lake, Washington. It was a cold February day there. We all had coats on in classes and it was about the middle of the day. Classes were changing and I was going into choir. I stepped up to the alto section on those risers they have in those classes and some girl came running up to us crying that she had just heard that Richie Valens, Buddy Holley, and The Big Bopper had died in a plane crash in Iowa. How's that for a clear memory. The strange thing is how come I still remember that so vividly. I don't remember anything else in choir that day and Mr. Fraser probably had some task to get all those students to sing after that because everybody was in shock. Course I could tell you exactly where I was when Elvis died too. What is that with the brain that it does that. Inquiring minds.

I was on youtube and found this dramatic little song about it that I had completely forgotten. Now I hear it and think....gagggggg. But I remember that it tore up many a young girl heart when it came on the radio about losing those three singers. And no grief counseling sessions in those days?? Nawww....we were tough! Until that song came on. So before you listen to it you may want to stock up on the Pepto Bismal. It really is so dumb now. And take a double dose.

I think my favorite song dealing with that day was Don McLean many years later. It sure beat the heck out of Three Little Stars.

Man I feel good now. :)

The fountain at Fountain Hills

Click on it. Pretty cool.

She's one year old today!

Little Paws is having her very own celebration today.

Why did no one tell me about this before? Me likey the sweet stuff. More, please.

I'm throwin' away that silly sippy cup, too. This way I get to drink water and have a bath all at the same time!

She really is a joy.

Saguaro Lake

 

Saguaro Lake Again

This photo definately needs enlarging. So enlarge away.

Here is the boat docking place at Saguaro Lake about 30 miles north of here. It's man made. I'll put up some more pics of it. It's a nice lake...not the cleanest lake in the world, but it's nice to water ski on. I wonder if I could still get up? Yeahhhh....sure I could!

I like this photo with the sun reflection going on.

This is better bigger. You can see all the fine cactus thingys.

Wish I had a good title or even a good post for this photo. I don't. Make one up.