Last week, my dad was investigating an ominous thump near his door. And found a mountain lion on his front stoop, snacking on a freshly-caught deer. My dad’s porch must be listed as a hot spot for fresh venison in the Large Cat Zagat Guide. (Makes my chihuahua adventure feel rather tame, I must admit.) [...]
One of the few things I don’t like about San Francisco is its boundless devotion to clean streets. The city’s obvious prejudice against mulched leaves means I have to repark my car every few days. As I walked to my car last week to avoid a(nother) ticket, I saw a chihuahua in a pink harness [...]
“You’re quite…sensitive, aren’t you?” I could answer this thoughtful question only after wiping the snot from my nose with an already filthy cotton sleeve. A personal hygiene attempt that almost tipped me into the brush, because the slight motion needed to lift my arm to my face shifted an already questionable center of gravity straight [...]
So maybe if I admit them to you, you can hold them for me for awhile and then hand them back when I’m stronger. Wait, is that not being self-sufficient? Why should I ask you to hold anything for me, when you’re probably holding quite enough already, thanks. And…this is how I end up cloistered [...]
