Oct 13 - 19

So my wife is on a trip to the Sahara Desert, and I am responsible for everything while she is gone. Here are 2 photos, one of her on a camel and the other of my new pet she is bringing back.

Well, as I have said before, Cooper hates cars driving down our street. I honestly believe his girlfriend got run over by a car in a past life. So, when I walk him with Phoebe, I have to be very careful because he wants to attack every moving car. OK, we are out walking, and I see my neighbors' gardeners getting ready to leave in their trucks, so I head off the street back into my yard. As I get about halfway down our yard, they start driving away, and I am holding the leash tightly, but then I trip over a rock and Cooper gets loose and chases them down the road. I panic, but I still have Phoebe on a leash. Now Cooper is already 200 yards away and still pursuing their trucks. My only option is to run after them, hoping the trucks stop before the main road just up ahead. As I am running, I am thinking that as a 71-year-old man this could easily lead to a fatal heart attack. However, if Cooper gets killed it would be my fault, and my wife would kill me. I decided to keep running because dying while chasing the dog would be a lot less painful than trying to explain to my wife how I got her Cooper killed.

Fortunately, another car came the opposite way up the road, and Cooper went after it, and thank God he pulled into the next driveway, so Cooper stopped, and I was able to catch him. With a huge sigh of relief, I staggered home.

Oct 6 - 12

Okay, so I go over to my son's house pretty much every day to feed the goats. What I sometimes find is that there are lots of other people feeding the goats. I saw a bunch of food along the 6-foot fence; however, some of it was not good for goats. So I went to ChatGPT to get a list of foods that are good and bad for goats. If you decide to go to Orangevale to feed the goats, you will know what to bring.

Sep 29 - Oct 5

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Does anyone know a bird therapist?

Our daughter had a cat and a parakeet, but when she moved out, she left the bird, Jake, with us. She didn't ask; she just left it. Now we are taking care of Jake, cleaning his cage regularly, and to do that, you have to catch Jake and put him in a small container. While trying to catch him, he snuck out and flew to Phoebe. All you could see was his tail sticking out of Phoebe's mouth. My wife screamed at me, and I screamed at Phoebe. That worked, and she gave up Jake. I grabbed Jake, and he gave me a look like, why would you do that?

We are now looking for a bird trauma specialist.

Speaking of trauma, my wife left on a 17-day trip to Casablanca, and I have the kids and animals all to myself.

Hopefully, I won't screw up.

Thank you to all the Mira Lomans who showed up; it was a great turnout and a lot of fun.