D.O.P.-T. (Wednesday)

The white-flowered vine on one side of the tall fence between two houses is dueling with the orange-trumpet-flowered vine on the other side.

D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

When we run out of time for walkies, I and the dogs instead repair to the backyard and knock the covers off a pair of pink tennis balls. This isn't such good exercise, except that the housemate's dog gets to throw himself in the air and they both get to dive in and out of the flower bed. As well as trotting around the yard with the ball in their mouth, which Bear particularly likes to do. It has the advantage I can wear flip-flops and a beach wrap to do it.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

I've seen the Zeppelin overhead twice this past week. This makes me happy. It currently has its own phone number on the side instead of an insurance company logo, too.

D.O.P.-T.

This morning there was a tremendous to-do. A large hawk was hunting in the vast oak that rises from one of the neighboring backyards.