Thank you for listening

Things get different, don’t they?

There is a long story and a short story to everything. I think today is short story time. The lady and I are no longer, and thus, my tenure at the farm is over. No more coyotes in the back pasture, no more cows eating the apples, no more salmon spawning in the creek, no more Abberdoodle.

I was going to write “No more Aberdoodle killing moles.” or “.. disappearing for 3 hours while hunting whatever” but the fact is this: Very little Poodle in my life. I swung by to get the almost-to-the-last of my stuff and Abby ignored me. I started loading out things and she followed me out, but stayed put until my car door was open and hopped up.

I told her to get down, but she just stared at me, and curled up and laid down, head buried and facing the other way.

We drove on a flat tire to the gas station, aired up enough to go to the Tire store, and took my dearest to whole foods, where we ate pizza and apples. She loves apples. We then had coffee and sat in the sun where she took to task a chew toy. We drove home and I dropped her off.

 

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Here is what I have been listening to. Underworld’s “Dirty Epic”. Good moody tune to sing along with.  This is about half of the song. Easy to buy if you want the rest.

“Sweet in winter sweet in rain
shake well before use she said,
You never touch me anymore this way”