Thing Number One: The Dyke March, which was Saturday. I am blonde.
My friend Geena. And her bike. I rode on the back of it! Okay, it was only around the block, but BOY did she go fast. I was all screamey, but I sure had fun.
The start of the march. Geena always parks her truck and we dance in the back of it. This year we danced to Bollywood pop, and waved at all the ladies. (Hi, Jessica! It was Jessica, right? It was nice to meet you!)
Thing Number Two: Sweaters Eaten
Clara’s been attracted to wool since she moved in. Sheep-herding instincts is all I can peg it as. Well, she caught some the other morning.
She pulled a whole pile of ’em off the bottom shelf, which is where I keep most of the store-bought sweaters. Luckily. Turns out that she only ate two of them: a cashmere one, and a thin wool one. Interestingly enough, those are the two sweaters that I routinely sleep in when I camp out — thin, light, and extremely warm. Now, I suppose, they’ll be a little chilly.
Thing Number Three: More Dogs.
Now, it is true that we still have cats. Two cute cats, Adah the drooler, and Digit the fighter (he’s lost four collars in the last month to fights. Punk). But I have approximately one bajillion photos of them, and very few, relatively, of my new girl Clara, so the camera clicks more often in her direction. But don’t worry. Digit is still my boss.
Why is it that she is so naturally drawn to other border collies? And they to her? I find it fascinating that she mirrors herself that way. She loved running with this guy.
And she loved swimming in the open waves at the Albany Bulb. Oh, my god, that place is just the greatest for swimming dogs (although I have to admit that I am STUCK when it comes to figuring out what to do when she cocks her tail, standing on her tiptoes fairly far out, and poops in the waves. I suppose I could wade out and pick it up, but I didn’t. I did look for it, and couldn’t see it. I felt like a bad dog owner, with a naughty sweater-chewing open-water-pooping dog).
More romping with yet another new friend:
I love how kicky their legs are.
And here’s one with our short Harriet! Look at her go, as fast as her cocker-spaniel/dachshund legs will carry her! Clara sometimes makes her forget she’s not a person.
And just the two of them:
I am smitten. I must be, to put up with chewed sweaters and wet-dog smell. But there it is. That’s love for you. Putting up with the little annoying things because the being-together is just so good.
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