Archive for April, 2011

Puts And Calls And Us


April 26th, 2011 Posted 8:19 am

Bernie’s still sleeping. Late night at the Dry Gulch Steakhouse and Saloon, pretty much our go-to place for kicking back. Can’t miss it with that huge wooden cowboy out front. And the sight of that wooden cowboy all of a sudden, meaning I knew where I was! What a moment. But that’s in The Dog Who Knew Too Much. Last night was more normal. A dude in a checked jacket was talking about the economy, whatever that is. Turns out the price of copper – one of the easiest smells there is, some humans can even pick it up – is a real good indicator of what’s going to happen with the economy. And guess what. There’s such a thing as copper futures. Then came a bit of a surprise: the checked-jacket dude knew how to hook us up with some copper futures. Did Bernie reach for the check book? Yes. Lots of times he ends up patting his pockets and realizing he left the check book at home.

But not last night.

Welcome Lady, Bandit, Spanna, Molly.

Friend of the Month coming soon!


Beyond Comprehension


April 25th, 2011 Posted 8:38 am

Bernie has a hard look on his face today. He tosses the paper aside. “Just because something can be done does that mean it has to be done? Now there’s an Android app – meaning a product for Google – that lets you train and fight virtual pit bulls. What kind of mind thinks that up? Who would want to buy it? In what possible way can you call it a game?”

No idea. I go over to Bernie. He gives me a nice pat. Bernie’s a good patter, although not in the class of Autumn, for example, over at Livia Moon’s house of ill repute. A friend of Autumn’s is in The Dog Who Knew Too Much, maybe the reason the whole case got started. But way too complicated to remember now.

Happy Birthday Ben! And many many more.


Sundays With Ingrid


April 24th, 2011 Posted 8:39 am

There wasn’t much space between them, the way they were standing, close to the catapult. Joey leaned across that space, face first, a very awkward movement, leading with his mouth. Ingrid, like a figure in a dream, turned up her own face. Their lips came together. Ingrid’s eyes closed. She felt his arms going around her. She put hers around him. Ingrid had done plenty of hugging—Mom, Dad, Stacy, Mia, other friends, Grampy once or twice, Aunt This and Uncle That—but nothing compared to this. She opened her eyes to see what he was doing. He was watching her. She’d never been so close to someone’s eyes before. At that moment a door opened upstairs and Joey backed away, fast, like from an electric shock.

From Down the Rabbit Hole




April 23rd, 2011 Posted 9:20 am

“What’s this about a wedding?” Admin says.

“Not sure,” says Spence. “It’s hard to keep up with all these people. Is Princess Anne still around? Princess Margaret? If you run into them  do you say, Yo, Princess?”

“Not sure. Hard to put yourself in the heads of heriditary rulers who don’t rule. I’m guessing they’d be a bit touchy.”

“But meanwhile,” Spence says, “back in the land of the free, a big thanks to Melanie – with input from BearSpiritDog – for figuring out the Iditarod patch thing. If she doesn’t mind, I’ll have a little discussion with David B. and then email her next week.”

Bear? Did someone say bear? For a long time I’d only seen bears on Animal Planet. Then came … maybe a story for another time. But isn’t it in The Dog Who Knew Too Much?

Welcome Sophia, two adventurers, Prisca, Peaches, Sneakers.


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