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“Clearly, animals know more than we think, and think a great deal more than we know.”

September 5, 2014

The heat is still here and today it will again be coupled with humidity. It is the third keep the air conditioner running day this week. I am beginning to feel like a hermit behind locked doors and closed windows. Gracie is content sleeping in her crate. I can hear her snores all the way from the kitchen down the long hall. Boxers are wonderful dogs, but they do snore loudly and some drool, like Gracie when she wants what I’m eating. Sometimes she even has bubbles.

The red spawn of Satan has been hosed twice already this morning. The second time he took off into the next yard, but I don’t trust the sneaky spawn. He’ll come back thinking I won’t notice. I will and it will drive me crazy. That rodent is pushing me closer and closer to buying a have-a heart-trap for spawns which is sort of odd as I have nothing but contempt for them. I figure I’ll catch the beastie and relocate it far, far away from here. Good luck finding your way back to my bird feeders, spawn of Satan.

When I was young, I loved going with my family to the Boston Public Garden. We’d ride the swan boats and walk around to see the flower gardens. In the pond there were always ducks waiting for a handout and gray spawns romped all over the grass. I even fed them a few times, but what did I know? I was a kid.

I don’t remember a whole lot of wildlife romping around my neighborhood when I was growing up. Even on the other of the tall grass, where there was a bit of woods and the swamp, there were no critters, but here on the cape, in my yard and on the street, I have seen opossums, raccoons, skunks, wild turkeys, chipmunks, rabbits, foxes and coyotes and for a couple of years pheasants used my front yard as a shortcut to the next street. Gracie usually lets me know if we have company. She has been sprayed by a skunk, has run around the yard with a baby gray spawn in her mouth which I had to save and did the same thing with the adult possum who even convinced me it was dead. I watched her go in circles around a tree chasing a mouse doing the same thing just ahead of her. I collared Gracie and saved the mouse. Another time I had save Gracie from the giant raccoon she had cornered on the deck. She wasn’t happy with me. When Gracie barks and jumps on the front screen door, I know she’s seen something. I always check. Sometimes it is just a dog being walked or the cat who saunters on my neighbor’s lawn. That drives Gracie the craziest even though she lives with two cats. She barely notices the wild turkeys. I guess she thinks they’re humdrum.

“So true. You have to have the right shoes for the occasion.”

March 28, 2014

The snow has been disappearing and the grass and flowers reappearing. Dark clouds have taken over what had been a blue sky. We even had sun for a bit. It’s a little warmer than yesterday and will be even warmer, but rainy, tomorrow. Gracie and I are going out later to do a couple of errands. Right now, though, she’s sleeping, taking her usual morning nap on the couch.

When I was a kid, Duke, our boxer, wasn’t allowed on beds or the couch, but most mornings as we were walking down the stairs, we could hear him getting off the couch. Duke was into creature comforts and was a smart dog who knew how to get around the couch restriction. We never caught him on it. We were too loud coming down the stairs, and he was too quick.

My dogs have always slept on my bed at night and on the couch whenever. At night Gracie makes herself quite comfortable. She lies across the bottom of the bed, falls deeply asleep then starts snoring far too loudly. I push her with my foot and the snoring stops for a couple of minutes but then she starts snoring again so I push her again. She sometimes gets a bit annoyed so she moves up the bed, circles several times then lies down right beside me. She usually pushes the other pillow off the bed to give herself more room. I don’t love her beside me, but she doesn’t snore when she’s there so I put up with it and get as comfortable as I can despite the bed hog.

I used to love saddle shoes, and I still have a pair I bought about twenty or twenty-five years ago from a hole in the wall tiny shoe store filled with boxes up to the ceiling and piled on the floor. The owner was a whiz at finding anything. He was an old guy and the only one who ever worked there. I loved his store. It was like a trip back in time. He sat on a little stool in front of me, used his shoe horn to slide my feet into the shoes, checked to see how far up my toes were and then had me walk around his store. I bought a few pairs of shoes there, some I probably didn’t need, like the saddle shoes, but the little man was hard to resist. I think I’ve worn those saddle shoes twice in all these years, but they were well-worth the price just for the experience of shopping in that little store with all the boxes.