There is a commentary that goes with these photos. To see it and to enlarge them all, click on the first photo. The arrow on the right of the photo will take you to the next photo. Have fun! Morrie and I want to share our afternoon with you. He’s narrating.
Then she was so tuckered out that she decided to take a little rest in the hammock.
She enjoyed looking at the lawn Pasiano had just mowed that morning. I tried to help by nipping at his heels, but he got a bit testy, so I retired to my bed in the doggie domain.
She then saw Ganesha staring at her from across the way. He’s the patron of writers, which reminded her she had a book to read.
So she read a few lines before. . . .
I decided to join her! I’ve gotten real good at jumping up into the hammock, sometimes jumping up so fast that she lands on top of me as she’s getting in the hammock. Then it is an interesting tussle.
in spite of Diego’s best efforts to win them away from me. Once he tried to jump up with us, which created a lot of excitement.
For once, although he is twice my size, I have the upper hand. I taunt him with my smile!
Once we are settled, mom gives up trying to read and we have another look around.
We see a little sprout growing from the tarred area where the men cut off the big limb when they cut back the pistachio tree.
Some of the foliage is starting to come back
One of the limbs had a little decoration hanging from it, so they left just enough of it to support the wire it was hanging from. Mom kind of had a laugh at that.
We could see the birds and butterflies still alighting in the tabachine tree.
A cardinal perched on the top of a cactus for such a short time that Mom couldn’t focus fast enough, so she didn’t get a very good shot.
Same was true of the yellow bird she thought was an Oriole but later discovered was probably a yellow-breasted chat
But I got tired of watching birds I couldn’t get out of the hammock fast enough to chase, so I decided to get comfortable.
Mom had a massage today and I saw him rubbing her feet.
But she didn’t get the hint.
So I settled back to take it easty.
I’m trying to be a good influence for my Mom, who is entirely too wrapped up in that machine she taps day and night. Today was different. She had a date with me! Sorry Diego. I’d like to say it is your turn next, but I’m afraid this is one place where being the runt of the littler pays off!
I’d like to know on just what basis we deserve our fine oasis? In other places, other climes, people our age have harder times. They work ’til death or do not eat. They toil in poverty and heat. So though we may have aches and pain, I must our grumbling disdain. Yes, I ache and limp and groan, yet prefer these problems that are my own.
Whether at home with brother Diego or meeting new friends at the beach, Morrie is definitely a water dog. Once mom put the steps in the pool, it made it even easier to exit. He liked all the new scents at the beach—from babies to bottoms. Oh, Morrie.
Morrie had surgery for a very fast-growing tumor today. Unfortunately, they couldn’t get it all because it was attached to his ribs. He wanted me to share these photos of him being such a good patient. (Once he got home, that is. When I got to the clinic to pick him up I could hear his barks from the parking lot!) We’ll have the results of the biopsy in ten days. Neat sewing and clipping job, don’t you think?
(Click on first photo to enlarge all and see captions. You do want to hear the whole story, don’t you?)
He hasn’t objected at all to his collar of shame but has run into a few things. Not as many as Frida did, however. She cut a wide swath through my house and yard. And legs! Note that wagging tail. No one shames Morrie!!
Morrie feels very with it with his piercings, but they come out in 6 days. (They are little drains.)
He seems to have been granted special dispensation to sleep in Diego’s larger cage. Diego has voiced no objections.
The combined effect of living above an inland lake surrounded by mountains and being 40 miles from Colima Volcano—one of the most active volcanoes in North America—makes for interesting weather during hurricane season. No wind, but our usually sunny mornings turn overcast and misty. The air is a bit cooler than usual, and when the volcanically-heated mineral springs empty into my pool and hot tub, it makes for some very atmospheric scenes. Pasiano was in the process of clipping and cleaning up, getting ready for the lush growth of the rainy season. Morrie, as usual, made his mark on the occasion. Who could have staged that? Who would want to? Hope you enjoy these scenes of my terrace, pool and garden.
Though he who hesitates is lost, impetuosity has its cost. You should look before you leap, because still waters might run deep. Though early birds might get the worm, rash actions trip up the infirm.
So all-in-all I think it’s better if you aren’t a go-getter. I guess the moral to this tale is lest you lose or lest you flail, you’re up against the proverbial wall. It’s best you do nothing at all!
I’ve discovered an interesting fact about Morrie. He frequently sleeps with his eyes wide open! In the above photo, he’s on the sofa, but I snapped the below photos one morning when he had usurped my bed as well:
Morrie had a wonderful time on the beach yesterday with these three enthusiastic playmates and for once I had two hands free to snap photos. And in case you wonder, no that little girl isn’t holding him by the tail!!
These are priceless, so please click on first one so you can see them all enlarged in a slideshow. Some of them made need a few seconds to come into focus. Be patient.