Congrats, Red Sox!

Now I need some sleep.

Baseball comes up a lot in the writing of Peter Abrahams (aka Spencer Quinn). Here’s a little something from TO FETCH A THIEF (3rd in the Chet and Bernie series but they can be read in any order! Don’t forget – Bernie pitched for Army):

Were we going anyplace special? I didn’t know, but I never turned down the chance for a walk. Soon we came to one of those places for throwing baseballs at milk bottles. We’d been to one before, me, Bernie, Suzie. The guy running it – tattoos all over his face, I never like that in a human – told us to get the hell out of there and never come back. By that time Bernie had won too many stuffed animals to carry, but why anyone would want even one was beyond me.



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41 Responses to “Congrats, Red Sox!”

  1. Herd of Hounds
    8:29 am on October 29th, 2018

    Good morning everyone.
    Agree with OFA about sleep. Bicoastal series stretch time.
    Just finished rereading TFAT, our favorite.
    Have a good Monday.

  2. B.Stover
    9:16 am on October 29th, 2018

    Well done Red Sox.

    Good morning all.

  3. BooBear
    10:01 am on October 29th, 2018

    Good morning, all. May be Mom’s last Monday to work. If not, she only has one more after this one. WooHoo.

    All us cats are beat this morning! Mom was in a cleaning frenzy all weekend. The guy is coming this morning to appraise the house. She knows how clean the house is shouldn’t affect the dollar amount, but why take a chance? And we can not get our naps in when Mom is puttering away around the house. So we got up with her this morning, had breakfast, then went right back to sleep. Usually several of us keep her company while she showers and does that make-up thing.

  4. BooBear
    10:05 am on October 29th, 2018

    That reminds me of a story from several years ago. Mom was complaining to Dad about getting wrinkles. He, of course, told her she didn’t have any (and really meant it.) She went to work the next day and told the girls in the office what he had said. One girl looked up and said “Is he blind?” When Mom told Dad she said that, he got pi**ed off! He really didn’t see the age at all.

  5. Mary
    10:47 am on October 29th, 2018

    Good morning!

    Boobear’s dad was a wise man!

    I have always told my sons that looks only matter for the first five minutes. After that, they still don’t believe me.

    Karen, I forget what you do at your busy place. Insurance?

  6. Masquers
    10:52 am on October 29th, 2018

    Good morning everyone! A happy ending to the World Series for OFA.

    BooBear: Retirement is getting closer and closer for your mom. We are so happy for her.

    Ole Doc: What’s this about a new addition to the pack?

  7. BooBear
    10:54 am on October 29th, 2018

    Zeb’s Mom, my mom does payroll and assists with account payable.

  8. Wose-The Small and Meek
    12:09 pm on October 29th, 2018


    Congrats to the Red Sox on their World Series win, and for having the best record in baseball this year. The Sox did Spence proud!

    RIO! I answered the last question early this morning, but here it is again in case you didn’t see it…a shadow. :^)

    Congrats to Boobear’s mom on getting one step closer!

    Good day to all!

  9. Hazel, the Wanderer
    12:43 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Masquers: Regular reader, first time poster. I am the latest edition to the kennel, but I’ve been here a year. My tail and I remember it like it was yesterday. We, my tail and I, have heard my Lady recount the tale many times. What follows is a combination of her account and our account.

    It was early, early in the morning and my Lady——I didn’t know she would be my Lady—-was driving into work. It was very dark, but she has the road to herself on account of the early hour. She was driving cautiously in case there were any moose near the road when a deer ran out in front of the truck. As she was swerving to avoid hitting it, she thought ‘what the hell is a deer doing here’ on account of us not having deer. She ended up driving off the road to avoid whatever it was. She was pretty sure she didn’t hit anything, but she wanted to check. She opened the truck door—-dust was billowing around the truck and she could barely see. She got out of the truck and as soon as she was out of the way, I may or may not have jumped right Into the truck. I gave her a look that said, “I go with you now.” She looked around. She didn’t see anyone. She didn’t hear anyone calling for me. She fold me to scoot over, turned the truck around and got on the phone.

    Lady on the phone: I have a dog.

    Man on the phone: Oooff course you do.

    Lady: I’m bringing her to the kennel. (From that point, I knew she was to be My Lady and not just lady)

    Man: oooff course you are. Rebecca (so that was her name) what am I supposed to do with it?

    My Lady: But she has old eyes (she said crying. I could tell it was the kind of crying that came from her heart)

    She was right, I have old eyes. We drove to wherever this home was and we were greeted by several loose dogs. As she handed me off to this Giant of a man, I was sniffed as the Otherwise dogs introduced themselves. I did my fair share of whiffing.

    My Lady had to be at work early and was now running behind, whatever that means. I was left with this—-what is the opposite of runt?—-man. He looked me over and poked and prodded me. He checked my eyes, my teeth. He checked me for injury, I had none. My tail wagged the entire time.

    While we figured out what to do with each other until My Lady came home several hours later, he called animal control to see if anyone reported me missing. He reported me found. He posted my photo on facebookie. He took me to the vet to read my chip but it wasn’t recorded. He took me back home. I spent the day being petted by a 14 year old named Sierra. She belongs to them—-this opposite of runt man and My Lady—-but isn’t theirs.

    When My Lady returned home, he told her not to get attached. It was too late for both of us. He told her that animal control said they would take her and hope that someone claims her. He looked at me. I looked at him. He looked at me looking back at him while he was on the phone with animal control. He saw my old eyes and told My Lady how he told Animal Control, “We will keep her here. Let us know if anyone reports her missing.” He told my Lady he knew I would be one of the first to go if he handed me over to them. Go? Why would I leave? I just got here. The man didn’t seem to know that, yet. He said again, now to My Lady and Sierra, “Don’t get attached.”

    He kept the word out about me on facebookie for a couple of weeks, but no one claimed me. During that time, Sierra gave me a name because I didn’t have a tag. My official name is Hazel Sapphire Sierra with the same last name as the man and my Lady. I go by Hazel to my friends. (Hazel’s tail here, we don’t have the heart to explain to Sierra that Sapphire sounds like a stripper name).

    I’ve been at the kennel ever since. I joined the Ofherwise dogs. It is a very elite group of dogs. I am home and I belong to them, but I’m not theirs just the way Sierra belongs to them but isn’t theirs. Life is good.

  10. B.Stover
    1:53 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Your tale is beautiful Hazel. Thank you. And thank you to Rebecca and the Giant.

  11. Wose-The Small and Meek
    2:34 pm on October 29th, 2018

    For some reason, my eyes got blurry reading this beautiful story. I am so glad that you, Hazel, crossed paths with your Lady and the Giant. Would you ask your Lady to post a picture of you on the blog…

  12. BooBear
    3:13 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Hazel, I am sure your account of how you became theirs, but not theirs is spot on. You should talk to your Lady about writing a book with short stories from the various dogs of the kennel. And tell her to throw in a couple of Iditarod stories too. She could start off with how she met the Giant and married him a very short time later and how they then took off to Alaska. She has a wonderful way telling stories. Mom could just hear AJ saying “Ooof course you do.”

    Tell me…have you made it to the big bed yet?

  13. Hazel, the Wanderer
    3:20 pm on October 29th, 2018

    I’m the one atop the Giant. Being so small and dainty, I make a wonderful lap dog.

  14. Herd of Hounds
    3:25 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Oh Hazel, you are beautiful and just the right size for a lap dog.
    Your Lady and the Giant are lucky to be with you.

  15. Hazel
    3:40 pm on October 29th, 2018

    BooBear: Big bed! Me? No! According to Ole Doc, I can get on the big bed once he’s on the big bed. Thus far, attempts to get on the big bed using a complex pulley system and Wee Nigel as the counterweight have proven unsuccessful. Oddly enough, Wee has been on the big bed plenty of times.

    More to BooBear: My Lady says she’s has the same story thoughts. You flatter her.

    Other things my Lady says—-my Tale has the brains of the operation. When my Lady comes downstairs in the living room my tale starts wagging even though the rest of me snoring.

  16. Hazel
    3:43 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Typos! Tale = tail except for when it doesn’t.

  17. Wose-The Small and Meek
    3:46 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Hazel, you are a pretty girl!

    And I agree with BooBear…Your Lady needs to write a book. When it is published, I would like a copy pawtographed by you and all the rest of the dogs of the kennel!

  18. Herd of Hounds
    4:40 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Hobbitz, hope you are enjoying your first snow ❄️ of the season!

  19. Herd of Hounds
    4:56 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Matsumoto glacier….

  20. Herd of Hounds
    4:57 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Matsu, NOT the other.

  21. Hobbitz
    5:05 pm on October 29th, 2018

    HOH: I hope Snowbella is telecommuting from home today. The roads are awful . I have to drive sister’s grandkids to school this week as she is out-of-town. Of course, their school is halfway up a long hill that goes to a mountain. Cars were in the ditch, I witnessed a no-injury accident and the school bus on the way down the hill pulled over to put on chains. So I went home and collected my studded tires. Not easy to do one-handed. Then I sat in a tire place for 3 hours to get my tires changed over. At one point we could hear much yelling from the employees in the back. It sounded like a fight was breaking out and things were being thrown. After things were quiet I talked to the manager and said I’d like to order pizzas for the back and asked how many employees were on site. Fifteen guys working a very stressful day! Another guy overheard me and as he was leaving he gave me some money to use for a tip.

    I already need to shovel but can’t do it one-handed. Usually the first snow melts but this looks like winter is here to stay.

    I ushered last night again for the Book of Mormon. Before I was on the Orchestra level in an usher chair in the back in the center section. This time I was up on the second balcony to the far side. Sound wasn’t as good and I missed some of the visual things from the angle I was viewing. It makes a difference where one sits!


  22. Hobbitz
    5:10 pm on October 29th, 2018

    In case you are looking for an easy costume for your dog (or cat).
    Speaking of ghosts, one hears about human ghosts, are there examples of animal ghosts?

  23. Loulou
    5:12 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Hazel, my mom says many years ago, before me, your Lady came to our area and spoke to a group of people who came from everywhere to hear her. Her stories were wonderful. Now, this many years later, I bet she has many many more. Keep talking to her about doing a book.

  24. Masquers
    5:21 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Loved ready the story of Hazel. A book by the Pixie? Yes!

    With all this talk of dogs…in case anyone forgot…today is International Cat Day. ^..^

  25. BearSpiritDog
    5:22 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Hobbitz: Snow and a Ghost Dog!

  26. Mary
    5:56 pm on October 29th, 2018

    That is a wonderful story about Hazel! But it makes me stinkin’ mad that someone (presumably) dumped her in the middle of the road.

  27. Wose-The Small and Meek
    6:24 pm on October 29th, 2018

    C. Hobbitz: I love the ghost dog! SNOW! Waiting for some in this neck of the woods. :^)

  28. dawson
    6:52 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Chet: I bet Bernie would’ve made an excellent baseball pitcher!

    HazelSSS: You are a gorgeous non-runt lap dog! And yes, your mom should write a book.

    CHobbitz: Good on ya for ordering pizzas for those hangry tire changing guys. Ghost Dog is sweet!

    International Cat Day?
    Masquers: I shall spoil the cats today!

    Congratulations to the Red Sox – repeat World Series Champions!

  29. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    7:55 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Kat! …Day? I’ve already forgotten it…grunt!

    CHobbit!…You buying pizza for all those stressed out guys is an amazing act of charity!…snort!…I’m sure you made Beau’s day…heh!heh!

  30. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    7:56 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Hazel!…Youse are big as life and full of spunk!…snort!…Too bad lil Wee beats you to the big bed every night!…chuffle!

  31. Herd of Hounds
    7:59 pm on October 29th, 2018

    So much is happening. End of summer and first of winter.

  32. Wee Nigel
    8:01 pm on October 29th, 2018

    The Giant and Hazel may have big paws, but sadly for them, their ears are so small. I can’t help but feel for them.

  33. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    8:19 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Wee!…How do you actually get up on the Big Bed every night?…snort!…Ole Doc and Hazel really want to know…heh!

  34. Wee Nigel
    8:29 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Rio: Getting on the big bed is a combination of being adorable, coiling the springs in my haunches and then not asking for permission once I’m on the big bed. I am starting to suspect that Ole Doc doesn’t have haunches.

  35. BooBear
    8:59 pm on October 29th, 2018

    The Redsox are NOT, I repeat, NOT repeat World Series Cnampions! Last year those scrappy young Astros won the series. The Dodgers are repeat World Series Losers!

  36. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    9:06 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Boo!…I like that a lot! The Dodgers are Repeat World Series Losers!…snort!snort!

  37. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    9:07 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Wee!…Wot are haunches?…sniff!sniff!

  38. Ole Doc
    10:02 pm on October 29th, 2018

    I believe haunches are something Wee made up to make me feel better about my failed attempts to get on the big bed.

  39. dawson
    10:22 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Sorry BooBear. Of course!
    How could I forget the Astros winning the Series?

  40. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    11:04 pm on October 29th, 2018

    Doc!…I’m glad to hear that as I do not believe I have “haunches”…sniff!…I never jump on anything except if it is lying on the kitchen floor….snuffle!slurp1

  41. Staff
    11:52 pm on October 29th, 2018

    After seeing the picture of Hazel I know why Rebecca thought she saw a deer.

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