Zippy would have been a name for Teddy. That little guy fairly flies when he gets going. Bear is faster — longer legs — but Teddy is more airborne. They are fun to watch out there in the Small Dusty (my yard). This is what goes on in the early morning when it’s cool and again in the evening when the heat dissipates. I wish I could run around with them.
Long long long ago in Billings, MT my Aunt Jo had a fox terrier whose name — sadly — I can’t remember. As soon as we arrived that dog was all over me, humping my leg (which outraged my mom, but he didn’t know I wasn’t another dog), leaning against me, sitting in front of me looking at me with “How about NOW?” in his eyes. All he wanted was for me to go out back with him to the pasture where clumps of alfalfa grew. And why? Well, I was six or seven, a little girl. To me, then, it was a BIG SPACE, and this little dog and I raced around back there, jumping the alfalfa clumps and having the best time. Whenever I see a spot like that I still imagine a little girl and a black and white dog having the best time ever running and jumping in the summer evening light.
I have a clump in my yard that comes back every year and I really love it.
Today I’m heading to the museum to help with a PowerPoint show. It’s a terrible thing to have been a teacher because the instinct remains.
I caught up with the hearings yesterday, somewhat, though ultimately I wasn’t able to figure out what the upshot was supposed to be. Yes, Pence did good by confirming Biden’s election. Pence did bad by not stepping up much sooner and conceding. I’ve always wondered what Trump had/has on all these people to make them toe the line. Promises? Dirt? And why wasn’t Pence speaking for himself? But then, on Jan 6 he really DID speak for himself. I dunno…
Also, what’s your take on the censorship of language? Expiring minds want to know.