Tag: dusk

Happy Birthday, Jake

Timothy Price59 Comments

Jake turned 9 today. For some reason, I thought he would be turning 7, but no. He is 9, and old man like me. He got to sleep in for his birthday. We had leftover pizza for breakfast. Jake got the pizza bones (the crust) after his regular breakfast. We went out for our morning walk at noon.

We walked down to the beach, and Scoopy took Jake for a scoop on the wet sand.

Then Jake claimed his own island in the middle of the Rio Grande.

He made a couple of laps around the beach in celebration of his island.

Jake was a little dirty, a little tired, but satisfied with his birthday celebration on the beach. The rest of our walk was uneventful.

On our evening walk, Jake romped with a miniature Austrian Shepherd and made a new Japanese friend.

Dusk

Daddy Owl hooted “Happy Birthday, Jake” from the top of a tree.

Dusk sky

Nobody Expects…

Timothy Price35 Comments

Twilight

Sunrise

Paparazzo: “I hear a tail tell tale that you’ve been sneaking Squeezy Treats!”
Gwendolyn: “I didn’t expect the Paparazzo Inquisition!”
Paparazzo: “Nobody expects the Paparazzo Inquisition!”
Gwendolyn: “Well, that’s a tall tale told by a terribly troubled tattletale if you ask me.”
Paparazzo: “I’m going to have to have you tailboarded to get the truth of the matter.”
Gwendolyn: “You aren’t scaring me with your pathetic, Paparazzo Grand Inquisitor nonsense.”
Paparazzo: “You asked for it…”

Paparazzo: “Hmmm! It looks like the Adversary is on break. Lucky you, Gwendolyn!”

Gwendolyn: Whew! Looks like I dodged the Spunky art tailboarding torture. Stupid, pathetic prehistoric Paparazzo, out-of-touch Neanderthal trying to pull his out-dated Paparazzo Inquisition over my eyes. He’s obviously watched way too much Monty Python in his impressionable youth.

Crane at dusk

♠️🦵🏼❤️, 2

Timothy Price27 Comments

Another Twilight

Cranes in the shallows

Waining Snow Moon reflecting on iced river

Il Paparazzo’s long shadow from the waning Snow Moon waked Scoopy from his slumber on the frozen beach.

Scoopy gave Jake a hug! ♠️🦵🏼❤️, 2 = Shovels (spades) need love, too!

Mist on the river. It was 22º F (-5.6º C) this morning.

Black-laced tree at the Winter Moon. Black-laced tree at dusk.

Spunk, Gwendolyn and Silver

Daddy Owl

Ralph & Herbie* Coyotes

Timothy Price23 Comments

Twilight

Herbie: “Hey Ralph! let’s see if we can find some kitty!”
Ralph: “I have some business to attent to first!
Herbie: “What do you mean, ‘Business to attend to?'”
Ralph: “I have to go ‘potty’ as the human’s say!”
Herbie: “Oh wow man! OK! Hurry up.”
Ralph: “Hey Herbie! Check it out, man! It’s a real masterpiece!”

Herbie: “Hey Ralph! Quit kicking dirt in my face!”
Ralph: “Hahahaha! Eat my dust, Herbie!”

*Reminiscent of Cheech & Chong’s “Ralph & Herbie” on their “Big Bambú” albumn, 1972.

Spunk: “You and the coyotes have gone too far with that crappy ripoff from Cheech & Chong. Those coyotes are uncreative, creepy characters with nothing but kitties on their twisted little minds. And you! You’re a sicko, pathetic, perverted paparazzo! I’m so embarrassed I’m crawling into a bean sack so I don’t have to look at you!”

Jake: “I think Ralph and Herbie are hilarious. I love crappy, mucus humor! You’re just an old sourpuss, Spunk! Lighten up a little and enjoy some lo-fi canine humor!”

Spunk: “At least my masterpieces are really Art! Unlike Ralph’s crap.”

Gwendolyn: “Hey, Spunk! Remember that I contributed to your latest masterpiece.”

Dusk