JPG Magazine: MsB

Saturday, September 30, 2006

when all the tomarrows start wishing for yesterdays

The new important number in my life is my MELD score; just thirteen, but with the alpha fetoprotein floating around in my own personal solar system I just might make the transplant list a little sooner.

I don't know if it is good or bad, it just is. And its really gonna be the adventure of my life. The rest of them were just practice for the next chunk and it’s all unfolding exactly the way it is unfolding.

Tomorrow I think I'm going to Flagstaff and take pictures of the leaves turning; the aspen quaking and what have you.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Lost Dog finds way home

You read about it in the gossip rags at the check-out in the grocery store novels are written about them but dogs that find their way home always seemed like maybe a little stretch of the truth. I've found lost dogs... mine and others. In fact Pete is a found dog (found by me) that never found the people that lost (abandoned?) him. He was just a little quivering mass of bones, fur and fear facing a close brush with becoming road pizza a few blocks from my house. I brought him home to keep him safe until his people came to claim him. And he's never left. After losing my ever so precious Dog of Dogs it just seemed to make sense that Sweet Pete should stick around.

So you can imagine how I felt yesterday when I lost him while I was at the Tire place and Petes leash got caught in a metal chair and he got freaked out and metal chair and all headed straight for the busiest intersection in the area, a junction of to major highways. He finally slipped his collar and seem to vanish into thin air at Taco Bell.

I searched from 3pm till 9:30pm and was up searching again at 6am. I called the Animal Control, Humaine Society, Police, radio stations and posted flyers. I talked with anyone in the area that would listen, Enlisted the help of my boyfriend, my girlfriend and her boyfriend.....

And he showed up this morning around 8:30 am hungry, tired, and full of burrs. Three miles (or maybe more depending on the route) he showed up at my front door. What a guy.

Friday, September 15, 2006

the big picture

more cactus

these guys must be aliens of some sort. From pluto the rock no doubt.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Well it must be the end of the garden scene here in AZ. Or at least it is at our house as Porky Pete broke in and ate all the veggies……. Accept for the zucchini. Guess he isn’t a fan. He even ate the peppers. And then his partner in crime aka Large Luther went in and pillaged rooted and took a Mastive size dump. Next year we will have a stronger defense system.