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What's Up, Up Here, Oct. 14

October 17, 2011

“Welcome back, Ziggy!” That’s Ziggy, the much-beloved, black cat that belongs to Crowley Lake residents Fred and Patti Stump. Ziggy disappeared early last weekend and still wasn’t back Monday morning. As any Eastside cat owner has learned, after three days of being missing, it’s rare for a cat to come home again around here. But on Monday morning, Patti Stump decide to try again, and tapped on the closed shed door of a neighbor’s place. A hearty and cranky “meow” answered her, and Ziggy was found. Awww. …

Fido and Me – Fido tries 'doga'

September 23, 2011

“I’d like to try yoga.”

Fido lay at my feet, watching a yoga program on television.

“Well, it’s not unheard of,” I said. “People and dogs who do yoga together call it doga. They swear by it.”

“Tell me more, please,” Fido said.

“I will, but only if you tell me about this wild-hair of an idea first.”

“Oh, I don’t know, but I figure winter’s coming up pretty soon. There will be lots of days that just won’t be very pleasant outdoors, so I’m looking for something to do in here.”

“Fair enough, Fido.”

He leapt to his feet.

“Hey hey hey hey! When can we start?”

Fido and Me – A cat!?

September 16, 2011

“I think we should maybe invite a cat into our home.”

Honestly, I thought I was hearing things.

“Fido, what did you just say?”

“Maybe we should get a cat.”

You could have knocked me over with a feather. There have been plenty of cool cats cross my path over the years. There was Buster, for example, over in the East Bay, and there was the cat in Cedar Rapids that caught everyone’s attention. His name was Director.

There were dozens of others.

There have been disasters, too, such as that Cat Who Shall Not Be Named.

Fido and Me – Lockout!

August 27, 2011

Fido locked me out of the house. In the process, he locked himself in.

“Get me out of here!” he whimpered from behind the door.

“I’m trying, you big lug, but the deadbolt seems to have been tripped.”

“What’s a deadbolt?”

“A deadbolt, Fido, is the one lock on the door that I don’t have a key for! I’ve never even used the deadbolt and don’t even have a key for it. How the heck did the deadbolt get tripped?”

I tried to put the sequence together and that took a little time.

“Fido, was anyone in the house when I was gone?”

“I have to pee.”

“I know, I know. Me too!”

Fido and Me – Fido enjoys a Happy Hour and teaches me how to slurp properly

August 6, 2011

“I’d like to have a Happy Hour.”

Fido’s funny like that. He comes up with things that are so out of the blue that I hardly know what to think.

“It sure sounds like fun,” he said. “I just don’t know what it is. Let’s have one.”

“We can have as many as we want,” says I. “What’s your idea?”

“Idea? I’m a dog. I don’t have ideas. I have instincts.”

“Tell you what. After work, we’ll have a Happy Hour.”

“Hey hey hey hey!”

Fido and Me – In which Fido wants to join a dating service

July 29, 2011

Fido says he wants to join a dating service.

Me, I was listening to a baseball game, concentrating on a two-on, two-out, one-run game, and this took me by surprise.

“What the heck-fire?” said I.

“It’s not that I’m lonely, but I’d like to have someone of my ilk to share experiences, romp around, get into sniffing contests, have conversations, discuss brands of kibble, that kind of thing.

“Good God, man,” I said. “Mammoth has more dogs than humans. Are you sure you’re not already sitting on a canine gold mine?”

Fido and Me – In which Fido contemplates Nietzsche and Keats

July 22, 2011

Fido rolled over on his side and let out a long breath.

“To live alone one must be a beast or a god, says Aristotle. Leaving out the third case: one must be both - a philosopher.”

“Whaa?” I says.

Fido repeated it.

“I’ve heard this before,” says I to Fido. Me, I was listening to the baseball game.

“It’s Friedrich Nietzsche,” says Fido.

“I can hardly believe my ears,” I says to him. “You buy that?”

“Dunno,” says Fido. “I’ll believe anything if there’s a biscuit in it.”

Fido and Me for July 15

July 15, 2011

Fido and I are playing checkers.

Most people think checkers is a kids' game, but checkers is more complicated than you'd think. Even more than that, checkers is a convivial game. It' not like chess. Chess is played by erudite and bloodthirsty combatants; Germany and France and all of that.

Fido is neither erudite nor bloodthirsty and checkers is the game for him.

Being a red dog, he always chooses the red pieces, so he gets the first move.

Fido and Me

July 10, 2011

I am trying to teach Fido baseball.

He’s doing pretty well since April, but he’s got a ways to go.

There is no set way to teach a dog baseball. For that matter, there’s no set way to teach a human, either. It’s an acquired thing, based on repetition.

“Wanna learn baseball?” I says to Fido as the season began. Snow was falling outside.

Fido says,”Hey Hey Hey Hey!”

So we began.

Food & Wine Experience of Blue Sky Fest offers best of both, and music, too

June 17, 2011

ARE YOU EXPERIENCED?

It’s a blue sky day.
In Mammoth that means mountains in clear relief against a cobalt sky, lakes and rivers that sparkle and rush.

And it’s Saturday: Day 2 of the Blue Sky Fest, spread out around and adjacent to the grounds of Cerro Coso College.

The newest facet of this festival is the Blue Sky Experience – a cooking competition; seminars on wine and food pairings, complete with demonstrations; 20 wineries pouring exquisite tastings; and a live auction – all wrapped up in music by City Folk, Strunz and Farah, Vance Gilbert and the Tito Puente, Jr. Orchestra.

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