dog damage, new Mayor, bogus student card

 This is Brian and his little dog, Sadie. They came to the baby shower, as he is the Grand dad of baby still taking her time on the inside.  Her name might be Margo Olivia- not sure yet.

When Brian got home and was unpacking his truck, Sadie was laying on her cushion minding her own little business, as usual. 

Out of nowhere, and very quickly ,a dog came upon her and shook the life out of her. No reason.

I know that pit bulls get a bad rap, that their breeders have to be mindful, that their owners have to be super trainers, consistent and true. Actually one of my favorite breeds but they can be Jeckyll -Hydish -like a wild animal made domestic- never know when the switch will flip and their wild nature will surprise you. The pit bull was killed as this was not the first time he had gone into fighting killing mode. 

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On a better note- the Orphans elected a Mayor. He is from the bin at the Co-Op , at first reckoned to be a gopher but indeed he is a Prairie dog from Wyoming.  I looked him up.  A  capable Mayor he will be!

The orphans had a casual ceremony - crowning him with a garden basket, giving him their only hoe, they had heard that he liked to dig (and also that the Mayor of this larger people town liked hoes...not even kidding.), and challenging him to make a good enough  speech, worthy of this honor.
 

He was spectacular, Especially the speech  in elegant Prairie dog  squeals. "That will do", they agreed and went about getting him ready for the formal evening event.

There was a parade of marching petals and ants, music from the "damned starlings" in the roof. There was a proper speech of movingly expressive  squealing - there was a brioche bun from the bakery, large enough for the entire crowd.

Orphan town in good hands. Welcome Mr. Mayor. Adults adulting may think that this Prairie dog  came to us for the sake of Flora...Those adults would be wrong.

Mr. Mayor will be traveling with me when I depart for the shore of the
Thames. I can not wait! Getting out of this god forsaken land will be just in time before I lose all of my bearings! 

All week I have been on my own, in my own little world- Dennis gone. Binge watching all 30 hours of Ted Lasso and some other things on Apple TV. Superb! Today, however, Kim called and filled me in on what has happened during this past week- none of it good- murders - gunfire in park and lake- Kim walking her dog on a beach minding her own damned business thank you, some old toot went up to her called her a name that we were unsure of while telling her to get off of the beach because her dog was not allowed. (?) Anyway , the name was " Potlicker" - never heard that one before, had to look it up. There was more news of the week but those two things are  stand outs.

Staying at home seems like a no brainer these days- guns, shooting , killing willy nilly is such  a fad....  Getting out of this insane country is the best idea ever! September will come soon enough, I know it will- time seems like a meth addicted freak- a thousand miles a minute in all directions. Still , I would like to leave within the next twenty minutes.

I have my Australian Student card!  Think I can use it? 

When we lived in  Thorne Road squats in  south London it seemed everyone  had a special talent for something extraordinary. There were plumbers, electricians , carpenters, teachers, a lawyer,  a couple of med students, and one guy who could make convincing Cards of all sorts! This card was good for student discounts, flights, museums and galleries, Plays and concerts, the cinema- student advantages for NHS,  it was GOLD!

So, yeah, we stuck it to the man...I was 26.  Back home Nixon was hanging by his fingernails, VietNam  raging, kids / friends blown up for no reason or at the very least fucked up for the rest of their lives- all of our marching and protesting ending in bashed heads and jail time, sometimes death, "four dead in Oh- Hi -Oh"- Government  terror - which it has become again.  Time to bail! The future was yesterday...especially at my age.

So , bah blah blah, no news there. I am sitting here now with the doors wide open, a Squirrel by my feet interested in my toes, a raccoon halfway on the inside rug by the door helping herself to  peanuts.  Happy. In this moment life could not be better.

Feeling secure, in good  Prairie dog paws....