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Miss Hallie
Me and My Monkey-Person Now
My Namesake
Hallie Flanagan Davis (1889 - 1969)
Gus-Gus AKA "Omega"
Monkey-People I Like
Captain Paul Watson
Mi Compañero en la Revolución!
Gidget, 1994 - 2009
"Keeping It Real."
Muse to Elvis
"Getlow," 1974 - 1975
Into the West
The Badlands, South Dakota
laika the cosmonaut
3 November 1957
Repose
Boozer
(Shaking paws with a local hominid, Shemya Island)
Car Ride
Recuperation
"Thanks to all of you who nursed me back to health." Hallie
"She Smiles Like a People," said Zain.
Me and My Monkey-Person Then
Pyramid Lake, Nevada
My (Beta) Friend Cleo
Friend Gwen
Jofi the Chow Chow
Mentor to Freud
My Purple Mountains, My Majesty
2 comments:
Oh no! You're such a killer! How disturbing to go after the prairie dogs. May they always burrow too fast...
Attaway to go girl! If I were out there in the Southwest, we'd be diggin' side by side. Every once in a while I bring my monkey-person a mouse or a mole, and he is no fun at all. He always makes me drop the furry little animals and lets them get away. Does that make any sense???
One little tip, however: Prairie dogs are a lot bigger and tougher than squirrels and rabbits, and they can dig down fifteen feet or more...so maybe it would be all for the best if you didn't really catch one. Still, I'll bet they stink and are really fun to chase, right?
Cleo, your beta friend
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