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BUURRRP! You’d never know from their table manners–or any other manners or lack thereof–that Cavaliers were supposed to have been the dogs of royalty. But at least I can assume that they enjoyed their dinner.

We’ve been back home since Thursday noon, so I’ve been playing catch-up and clean up: transcribing my interview with Marty on pet myths (wonder what could have inspired that topic?). I’m so jealous that he’s in South America. Had to wait several hours for the gas man to come turn the gas back on so I could run pieces of Larry’s cage through the dishwasher before bringing him home. He turned 22 in January and is such a good bird. When I picked him up, they said he’d been talking a lot all morning, and he remained chatty throughout the evening.

The girls have taken turns with the diarrhea thing, but it all seems to be clearing up now. Thank goodness we didn’t have that issue the month we were in Seattle!

Yesterday we went to the monthly park day for our local Cavalier crowd. I expected to have photos from it by now, but no one has sent any, which is unusual.

Jerry returned from Boston late Thursday night and flew out again early this morning, so I took the opportunity to go riding here. No major wildlife sightings except for a squirrel, a hawk and multitudes of fuzzy dark-red caterpillars crossing the trail (which if I have correctly identified them will eventually turn into some kind of tiger moth), but this is where we once saw a pair of rattlesnakes involved in a ritualized fight that occurs just before mating season. I’m happy not to run into any mountain lions, though.

I’m ready to drop now and do a little more reading of Alan Rabinowitz’s Jaguar before I fall asleep. It’s been on my shelf for years and I’m just now getting to it.

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