Local Arts and Entertainment

Fido & Me —Organic Fido

July 20, 2012

“Forgive me, Fido, but I really never thought about what you were doing back in there. I know it’s a spot you like, but I’ve never really followed you, except to holler at you for digging around in someone’s yard.”

Fido made that “pulled-a-fast-one” grin on his puss.

“Hey hey hey hey! Just look!”

Fido had dug some semi-straight furrows in the dirt. Not really dirt, actually, but Mammoth dirt. That is, some dirt, mostly pumice.

“What is this, Fido?”

“It is my ‘Field of Dreams.’”

Sierra Classic Theatre presents Shakespeare's "The Tempest"

July 20, 2012

The players of the Sierra Classic Theatre will open s six-day run of William Shakespeare’s “The Tempest,” beginning tonight at Sam’s Woodsite in Mammoth.

It is an audacious, if not tempestuous undertaking, directed by Lesley Bruns and performed under the trees at the venue.

The players ask for a $10 donation for those wishing to attend.

Although the theatre company will offer some chairs, the players ask members of the audience to bring their own chairs if they like, and a picnic.

Fido & Me — Guardian Angel

July 13, 2012

“Fido, what’s wrong?”

“I have never been so worn out in all my life!”

“But it was just an overnight!” I said. “Piece of cake, old man.”

“Yeah, well, so you say.”

Fido walked to his dog bed and more or less dived into it, like a locomotive that has jumped the tracks. Nose first, cloud of dust, then silence. In no time, he was snoring.

As for me, I was a little tired after our first overnight in the mountains, but nothing out of the ordinary.
For Fido, though, his first overnight backpacking adventure was more of a strain than I’d figured.

Fido & Me —Sleepless in Mammoth

June 29, 2012

“FIDO?!?!?!?”

“Here I am! Hey hey hey hey!”

Fido scampered on over, full of beans as usual.

“Fido, have you been messing with my email? I’m getting all kinds of strange email from people I don’t know, in places I’ve never been, and I just have a hunch you’re behind this.”

“I love email,” Fido said. “You can connect with anyone!”

“I know, Fido, but I don’t want to be connected with EVERYone. I can see there is a green, pine pollen dogpaw print on my keyboard.”

Fido sat (obediently, for once in his life) at my side. He grinned.