Dog-gone!

As usual, I didn't remember that I had a camera until the dogs were gone. Dave came by to show me two dogs, 8-month-old Carly the German shepherd, and a white-and-black pit bull puppy to die for. But they were just to show, and to tell me that he bought Carly for $300 (half on credit), and that "the man" wants $150 for the puppy. This was a relief to me, because I really didn't want a German shepherd, although she's one of the prettiest dogs I've ever seen in my life and tried to climb all over me. And I don't want a puppy of any kind.

I want an older dog, already trained and wanting to go outside only twice a day. And healthy, with all the shots and bells and whistles. And not quite big enough to eat me out of house and home.

But if I could afford to fence my half-acre back yard, I would want the biggest, prettiest dog I could find of any age. That sounds like a collie or a Great Pyrenees. Or an old Basset hound. Or one of each.

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Ramey and I went to the LAC poetry group meeting last night. Had a group of ten people, although the weather wasn't pretty. Monday night I watched the second episode of "War and Peace." I had forgotten what a good story it really is. Pierre Bezukhov is one of the most sympathetic characters in literature, and I'm glad they got a cute, innocent-looking actor to play the part.