RiverFest2007

This is the last RiverFest post for this year.

More Ellie stuff soon, for you who eagerly ask.

And for those who couldn't care less if they tried with all four paws, sorry. That's just what happens before the grandkids arrive.

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Tagged!

Blogsis Karen of Scottsdale tagged me, and I responded. However, it's on the MS Companion by mistake. No time to sort it out today. Go there.

Almost as promised.

I promised a video of Ellie Fishing, during which she almost catches a few fishermen, but it is longer than I want to post and will need significant editing.

In the meantime, we have Ellie getting lost in the knotweed on the Chemung River.

If I can ever figure out what takes her there we can have a video of her hunting. She's definitely after something, because her excitement gives it away.

I cut out the middle, where I lost her, and the end, where she comes far enough to see me watching her and loses interest. That would be cute, except I do a Beavis and Butthead laugh, and it sounds stupid.

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Duck Hunting HuggaMutt

Actually I have a few videos I am trying to upload, but Google Video is not cooperating. We'll get back to you all when we have one of our wiggly wonders uploaded.

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www.dogsdeservebetter.com

This is a problem I discussed last week with RJ. We often hear a neighbor's dog outside whining for hours. People leave them while they go to work.

It's so sad, because dogs are pack animals.

There is something we can do.

Special Birthday: Robert A. Heinlein

Some centenary notes:

· With Heinlein, the narrator is often middle aged. When I was little, we were instructed in survival in case of nuclear attack, so I never expected to see 50.

· A search of the Internet turned up my hero with his wife, Ginny. They are appropriately middle aged.

· Ginny was the inspiration for many of his heroines. They were strong, lusty women, and I identified with them completely.

· One of my coworkers reacted oddly when I said Heinlein was my favorite science fiction author:

"Guy's a pervert." I responded that he was dead.

"Well, he was a pervert." I didn't say anything else.

"He was a nudist." Anyone who read Heinlein would know that was a distinct possibility. Apparently it was a huge disappointment for my friend.

· In my twenties I suffered overwhelming homesickness for New England. At the very worst of it, I remembered this poem, and took comfort.

[It begins:]

Let the sweet fresh breezes heal me
As they rove around the girth
Of our lovely mother planet
Of the cool, green hills of Earth…

[A spaceman describes his life and concludes:]

…We pray for one last landing
On the globe that gave us birth;
Let us rest our eyes on the friendly skies
And the cool, green hills of Earth.

· I thank my stars our home is lush and green, and absolutely overrun with crazy people who make for good stories.

Happy Birthday, Lazarus Long. May you live forever!
Happy Birthday, Robert A. Heinlein, godfather of my writer’s soul.

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Happy Independence Day!