I Love Lucy


imageDear Flash,

I was so proud of you, buddy!

You tackled the hill at Camel’s Back Park like a champ.  Though the wind was blowing (with all the intensity of a stiff breeze), and the storm clouds loomed (three thousand miles away in Boston), you waddled your way to the top.  Determinedly, you marched on, only pausing every five feet to sniff the weeds where another dog once peed.  I can only presume you were so deprived of oxygen from the altitude change (100 feet, at least), or so awed by the view of downtown Boise, that you didn’t notice the size of dog bounding up the slope to sniff your hiney.  The way she snarled and growled, it is only natural you responded by tucking your tail nub as far between your legs as it would go and trying to burrow under the chicken wire fence.  But friend, at the end of the day there is no way to hide the fact that you just had your ass handed to you by a three-pound chihuahua named Lucy.

I am shamed.



Dinosaurs in the Daylilies

Dear Flash,

For my summer reading, I happened to pick up Jurassic Park.  That book scares the holy living bejeesus out of me.  Even in the backyard in broad daylight, I couldn’t help but think that I was being watched, even hunted.  I swear there was a small face underneath the daylilies with its eyes fixed upon me, mouth agape, almost taunting me.  Who knows what beasties may dwell in such a place?

Love, Nina

Windows 7

Dear Flash,

Hurricanes do, in fact, cause damage to windows in their path.  And you seem to have many characteristics of a small hurricane at times.  But in fact, this similarity is more of a state of mind than reality, and the windows on our house are fairly solid.  I suspect that no matter how many times you smash your face against the back door, or throw your ball against it, it will remain intact.

Love, Nina