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What do you wish you had learned in school?
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Animal politics.
The neighbors across the chainlink have their friends/relatives visiting (they have a camper van) along with their two dogs, who bark frenziedly when they catch sight of either us or our dog. I hope the morning glories survive. Our dog is a big coward but clever. She's figured out to make a single bark toward the fence and then come trotting back to the house, whereupon the visiting dogs lose their furry minds and somebody hauls them into the house in disgrace.
I took her out for walkies shortly before 7:00. As we squeezed past the car on the far side from the house, Mama Violet shot out from under it in terror and across the street, but I restrained the dog from pursuing her; it wasn't hard, I think she's afraid of that particular cat, with her fierce hiss. After walkies I fed the dog and then watered the houseplants, including the ones on the porch. No sign of Mama Violet, but when I reappeared with her food, there she was at the far end of the car. She looked at me and I waved it at her a little bit; as I turned to put it down she trotted to the steps, and when I opened the front door again, she ran forward and looked at me. For the first time, she didn't hiss. In the kitchen, I washed out the can, then I went out the back door and put it into the recycling; there was Ms Bella, looking well fed, moseying toward the front of the car. She stopped and looked up the steps to where Mama Violet was, and ducked under the car on the other side. Back in my room, I peeped out the window; Mama Violet had almost finished eating, and I didn't see Ms Bella waiting to ambush her. She looked up at me and waited for me to disappear.
( Under the cut: California poppies are still doing their thing. )
The neighbors across the chainlink have their friends/relatives visiting (they have a camper van) along with their two dogs, who bark frenziedly when they catch sight of either us or our dog. I hope the morning glories survive. Our dog is a big coward but clever. She's figured out to make a single bark toward the fence and then come trotting back to the house, whereupon the visiting dogs lose their furry minds and somebody hauls them into the house in disgrace.
I took her out for walkies shortly before 7:00. As we squeezed past the car on the far side from the house, Mama Violet shot out from under it in terror and across the street, but I restrained the dog from pursuing her; it wasn't hard, I think she's afraid of that particular cat, with her fierce hiss. After walkies I fed the dog and then watered the houseplants, including the ones on the porch. No sign of Mama Violet, but when I reappeared with her food, there she was at the far end of the car. She looked at me and I waved it at her a little bit; as I turned to put it down she trotted to the steps, and when I opened the front door again, she ran forward and looked at me. For the first time, she didn't hiss. In the kitchen, I washed out the can, then I went out the back door and put it into the recycling; there was Ms Bella, looking well fed, moseying toward the front of the car. She stopped and looked up the steps to where Mama Violet was, and ducked under the car on the other side. Back in my room, I peeped out the window; Mama Violet had almost finished eating, and I didn't see Ms Bella waiting to ambush her. She looked up at me and waited for me to disappear.
( Under the cut: California poppies are still doing their thing. )
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