Thursday, February 19, 2009
In Lubbock, the privacy fence is a virtual institution. Most of my morning walks are, thus, dedicated to getting inside these institutions and marking their interiors with my "essence." I haven't had any luck yet. But neither have I given up on my resolve to do so.
So to the Back Yards of Lubbock, I say: You have been warned . . .
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I prepared myself for the lack of snow my Monkey-Person had warned me about when he first floated the idea of moving to west Texas. But no green grass either? I search in vain for it - even in the neighborhood "park"! So I must say "so long" to one of my other, great culinary pleasures?
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Here I am, in my Monkey-Person's chasing machine. I mean, sure, we run around in this thing, sniffing and tracking in high-speed pursuit of the small, the slow and the delicious. But for some reason, we always end up at this Lowe's for my daily tribute of meat. Go figure!