Jun. 20th, 2017 07:31 pm
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After a year, the other neighbors suddenly decided to finish the re-fencing job by putting up a 6-foot privacy fence where there was once a dilapidated picket fence and a cinderblock wall. Much of our catoneaster got chainsawed.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

Jun. 20th, 2017 04:41 am
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Still hot. The wretched VTA reversed the scheduling of the two buses, except at night: the 22, still heavily used but whose riders they appear not to want, now runs less often than the new blue 522s, which continue to be fairly empty and to not hew to their schedule. This morning as I waited in the already hot sun, two 522s sailed past me in quick succession, then a third, before a crammed 22 eventually appeared.

Requiescet in pacem: Vitki

Jun. 18th, 2017 05:06 pm
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I had my ancient (17 year old) cattle dog euthanized yesterday.

He told us it was time, or possibly past time, by having to be coaxed to eat anything at all, and totally refusing his pain medication, no matter how we disguised it, starting Friday evening.

He'd been failing for quite a while, with a combination of serious arthritis (with resulting mobility issues) and cognitive issues (wandering aimlessly, walking into things, trying to walk through walls rather than redirecting himself, etc.), as well as being deaf and the next best thing to blind (serious cataracts). The arthritis was causing him a lot of pain, in spite of the pain medication he got with every meal - and ate only if we disguised the taste. (Usually cheese did the strick; sometimes braunschweiger sausage.)

Things have changed in recent years, and I was able to have a vet make a housecall, rather than adding the stress and indignity of being carried to the car, driven to the vet (driving freaked him out last time we tried it), and then manhandled.

He died in the living room, near one of his normal sleeping spots. (He picked the spot, more or less - it was where he was willing to lie down and be calmish. Well, only somewhat calm. He found the vet a bit scary, so I found a treat he still wanted, and fed him all the ones we still had in the house - more than would have been good for him all at once, in other conditions. While he was scarfing them down, the vet gave him the initial shot that anesthetizes and sedates. He kind of nodded off as he finished the last treat. But before that he was quite excited about the treats, grabbing them as fast as I produced them, but never quite grabbing a finger at the same time.

Poor old Vitki. We all die eventually, and he had quite a long life for a dog his size. He'll be cremated and his ashes scattered.

Meanwhile I keep looking for him, making sure not to shut him outdoors when I close the back door, etc. etc. He was usually to be found either right near wherever I was, or blocking as many routes as possible, lest the human "sheep" escape. So every time I step into the hall, I expect to find him sprawled in the living room doorway. And when I push back my chair to get up, I first check for paw and tails behind me.


Jun. 18th, 2017 02:28 pm
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Today it is flaming hot—our exterior thermometer says 108, the weather service says 100 in the hills in Los Altos, and when we left the house for the weekly shopping trip, the skinny old ginger tom was lying under the front of the car with his feet sticking out.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

Jun. 18th, 2017 02:24 pm
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It's ant season. I come upon pools of ants on the sidewalk. The cat dish is full of ants in the morning, adding to the fun of retrieving it; the white cat is tame enough that she usually just nudges it to one side a bit as she devours the contents, but when someone else reached it first or they had a fight over it—one morning I found tufts of white and cream-colored fur scattered across the porch—it may be all the way over under the chair in the corner, or down among the roots of the bushes below.

D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

Jun. 18th, 2017 02:20 pm
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Continuing internet outages. I sit in my room trying to catch it being up so I can read the latest about the awful fire in London. Heat not improving my mood, but on a couple of occasions I've stomped off to bed early and actually managed to fall asleep.

D.O.P.-T. (Thursday)

Jun. 18th, 2017 02:17 pm
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This was the day the temperatures really started to climb. All of a sudden, real summer heat.

D.O.P.-T. (Wednesday)

Jun. 18th, 2017 02:13 pm
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All of a sudden, no white kitty. Instead I catch glimpses of a little tabby. The street is apparently becoming more evenly divided between cats and dogs. I hope the white kitty is ok.


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