Today, Fakefamily was able to spend lots of time outdoors at the picnic table, because the weather was marvelous. Fakedog was on squirrel patrol, the Girl Cat was on lizard patrol, Fakedog II (aka, the Beast) was on street patrol–guarding against people, bicycles, and UPS trucks. I didn’t have the heart to tell him it was Sunday and UPS doesn’t run. I’m sure he believes he has successfully chased them away and expects a medal. Finally, the Girl Dog was guarding against all the imaginary dangers the other dogs and the cat are unable to see. She’s always on the lookout for vampire geese, the kind that fly overhead and make strange noises and cast big shadows, and at any moment may swoop down, bite you on the neck, and turn you into one of the Undead.
Thus being thoroughly protected, I read my current book, another Nevada Barr novel…this one taking place in Glacier National Park.
I did find time to annoy one of the bloggers on the Tallahassee Democrat, who came out of her shell long enough to tell me that she has a life, unlike me. Really? You don’t call sitting at the picnic table with a good book, on a wonderfully cool and sunny afternoon, surrounded by creatures you love, a life? Not only is it a life, it’s a good life!
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