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May 15th, 2013
“I like this one,” Fido said “Let’s pee on the tires!”
“You have that all mixed up, Fido. You don’t do that when you’re looking at cars. You can kick the tires, sure, but that’s more a human thing. Dogs don’t kick really well.”
“OK, then, let’s look under the hood!”
May 3rd
“What’s the deal with the blue leash?” Fido asked. “I usually have a red leash. Not complaining, just wondering.”
April 25th
“Why are we upside down?” Fido wanted to know. “Why does my butt hurt so much? And why is the roof suddenly the floor, and the floor suddenly the roof?”
April 20th
“Wow, not a single joke in there, except for the title,” Fido said.
“You expected a comedy?”
“I figured “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woof!” was about dogs. It’s in the title.”
“Oh Fido, you have been misled once again. It’s not ‘woof!’ as in a bark, it’s ‘Woolf’ as in a name.”
“They should have made that clear. I am easily misled.”
April 12th
Who’s Afraid Of Virginia Woolf?: A Theatre Review
As endings go, it would be hard to top Mammoth’s local theatre company.
The Mammoth Lakes Repertory Theatre (MLRT) ends its season with a fiery explosion in the form of the expletive-laced, tremulous relationship between George and Martha in Edward Albee’s “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?”
April 8th
“I’m not sure I was cut out to be a center fielder,” Fido panted.
“But you’re a dog!” I said. “It seems like you’d be a natural.”
“Not really. My legs don’t work that way. I’m mostly a chow-chow. Ever hear of a Hall-of-Fame chow in center field?”
“Now that you mention it, no.”
April 3rd
Lower Rock Creek trail, one of the best early season hikes in the area, holds many secrets—including the Devils Postpile’s forgotten little sister.
Rock Creek is best known as the beautiful creek that meanders through the meadows above Rock Creek Lake, under the black and white striped turrets and ramparts of Bear Creek Spire, then down along the road from Mosquito Flats to Tom’s Place.
“My sniffer is working again!” Fido yelled.
“Pray tell, my big fine fellow,” said I.
“It’s like someone just flipped the ‘on’ switch! Don’t you sense all these fine whiffs?”
“Human aren’t that tuned in to sniffs, like dogs.”
“That’s too bad. Let’s go over here! No! Over here! No! Over there!”
March 7th
“Geez Fido, get out of the way, will ya? It’s about the third time today I’ve almost tripped over you.”
“I was just making sure you knew I was still here,” Fido said.
“It’s not like anybody could miss you. You’re 80 pounds of Big Red Lug.”
“But I don’t care about anybody. I care about you, you, and you.”
March 6th
“Road trip, Fido! Fetch your feed!”
“Oh boy, oh-boy, oh-boy. Where are we going?”
“It’s quite up to you, Fido. I have nothing on the radar that jumps out at me. But every now and then it’s good to get out of Dodge.”
“Let’s go to where it’s warm. Death Valley!”
“Um, there’s a problem with that. Can’t go to Death Valley.”
“But I’ve heard that it’s a lot better than it sounds.”
February 22nd
“I said at the beginning of the week that we’re in for a long one.”
“You did,” I said, “and if you really wanted to help, you might want to knock some of that snow off the headlights.”
“It’s going to be a long winter,” Fido said. “Humans forget. They get a dry spell and they think it’s never going to snow, ever again. But dogs like me know.”
“Just out of curiosity, Fido, what clued you in?”
February 15th
Longtime locals, Mono Lake rangers David and Janet Carle release a book about traveling around the world following the latitude of the Eastern Sierra
Who would have thought something as seemingly mundane as a number could underlie much of the world’s most productive cultures?
The Eastside’s most ephemeral sport in full swing
On an unusually warm midwinter day, Juan Lopez swung into the ice with the hard-earned familiarity of years of working construction.
A veteran of a battle against diabetes and holding a laundry list of prescription medications, Lopez, 43, of Woodlake, said he was looking for moderation. He found it by climbing ice.
Searles: Actual numbers remain steady
Coyote sightings have been on the rise in Mammoth, but local Wildlife Specialist Steve Searles said the population is healthy, and their presence is of no threat whatsoever.
“Wotta week!” Fido said.
“Yes, it sure was. You must be exhausted, Old Sport.”
“That’s OK, because I’m a dog, and even when we’re exhausted, if there is still a little bit of fuel in the tank, we can keep on going.”
“Well put. Humans aren’t quite like that, and the older they get, well, you know. Did you have a favorite part?”
Fido showed no hesitation. He wagged his stump.
“Foolsday was my favorite part!”
