Who Can You Believe?

Sunrise

Sandias @ 8:57 am

Gwendolyn’s favorite pose of late

“I didn’t do it, Spunk! No! Really! I swear! I did not sneak and eat your food!”

“Yeah! Right, Jako Dawg! You can fool that pesky, pathetic paparazzo with your puppy dog eyes, but you can’t fool me!”

“You believe me, don’t you, paparazzo?”

Old & Gray

People have been asking me to return to my “Bloody Awful” roots of me vocalizing my songs. I believe Old & Gray, in my own Redneck Metal style, is pretty much on bloody awful par with my pre-AI vocals music (lyrics at the end of the post).

Belafonte

Belafonte trying to open the Thermos for a second cup of coffee

Loki’s back…

…and helped me with the laundry

Silver @sunrise

Jake loves to help clean up on gelato Sunday

A penny for you thoughts, Gwendolyn

“A penny? At least a fiver, and a squeezy treat or two, if you want to know what I think!”

Marble

Spunk tucked in and grooming

All worn out from grooming

“This is the life!”

Loki

Old and Gray
By Timothy Price

[Verse 1]
I have a parrot on my hand
And a cat on my lap
I’m not sure life
Can get much better than that

[Chorus]
I may be old, I may be gray
I may have seen my better days
But I can still enjoy the simple ways
Of life with birds, life with cats
And a big ‘ol yellow dog named Jake

[Verse2]
When simple pleasures come my way
I savor them from day to day
As life slows down
Time moves much faster
I teeder on the edge of disaster

[Bridge]
It’s been said that as you age
You become like a fine wine
But truth be told, and I can say
You become a first class whiner

[Chorus]
I may be old, I may be gray
I may have seen my better days
But I can still enjoy the simple ways
Of life with birds, life with cats
And a big ‘ol yellow dog named Jake

[Bridge]
It’s been said that as you age
You become like a fine wine
But truth be told, and I can say
You become a first class whiner

[Outro]
Old and gray, stuck in my ways
But with the birds, and cats
And ‘ol yeller Jake in the mix
This old dog can learn a few new tricks

Ducks In The Mist

Dawn

Wet dog at dawn

Jake and I went out at daybreak to open the irrigation gate. While I was cleaning out the ditches as the water flowed in, Jake got all wet romping around in the cool early morning wetness. There was enough rain up north over the past week to raise the water level in the river enough to irrigate.

Sunflower: “Jake! You are such a silly dog!’

Ducks in the mist

After I got all the leaves out of the ditches, Jake and I went on a walk to the river and saw ducks in the mist.

More ducks in the mist

Mist sans ducks

Rio Grande and Sandias at dawn

Glenda

Jake was worn out after romping around, getting all wet, and watering all the tumbleweeds on the way to and from the river.

Veteran’s Honor

Marble snuggled in with Laurie while Laurie was sitting on the couch, reading.

Sunset

Saw A Seahorse

Resa’s Wolf Tree at sunrise

Saw a Seahorse in negative space

Jake’s midday sit

Morning Glories

Peace Plant

Gwendolyn and Loki

Ducks shimmering in the late afternoon light

Rio Grande still running low

Puff The magic Dragon flew by at sunset

Coyote cloud stalked Resa’s Wolf Tree at sunset

Waiting For The Storm

Venus over Resa’s Wolf Tree at dawn

Corn Moon over lightpost at dawn

A wall of rain that never reached us

Lighting was getting close

Loki: “Impresive lightning, Paparazzo. Where’s the storm? Where’s the rain?”

Paparazzo: The storm and rain seems to have Petered out before it got to us.

Loki: “That Peter god, or whoever he is, needs to ‘Man Up’ and start peeing on us!”

Paparazzo: “I love your cat logic, Loki!’