Lambiedog

Under my nose

I was out and about when I spied a departing rabbit.

I stood there wishing it would come back.

The rabbit had been practically under my nose.

 

 It's so frustrating when you miss the low-hanging fruit.

 I went home and hung my head, reflecting on the difficulties of the hunt.

 
 Then I heard someone at the door.

 It was my friend Shayan.  

Shayan was dismayed to see me so upset. He remonstrated with me to get a grip and remember the many good things in my life.

Slowly, I emerged from my funk. 

    Sometimes it takes a good friend to put things in perspective.

Gothic tale

It was late in a hitherto uneventful afternoon.

   A shrill sound split the air at a pitch audible only to dogs and to humans age 24 and younger.

    
   Suddenly, computer and TV monitors were swarmed by images of scary men in threatening poses.

 

The world placed its hopes in the only individual who could combat evil of this magnitude.

Wearing his lucky ID tag, he set out to vanquish the enemies unknown. 

Haiku

 

Ambushed by water

I may forgive, won't forget

The trees click their tongues.  

Come back, Caramello

    So Caramello's gone missing.  He went out the door last night and didn't come back.  His family is very worried.

    Gucci and I met at the bluffs to review some theories about Caramello's disappearance.

 

    

    The alternatives are sobering.

    Caramello could have fallen into a gully.

    Or maybe he was kidnapped by a criminal mastermind --  

    In which case he could be hidden anywhere, even under our very noses.

    Eventually, Gucci left to search elsewhere for Caramello.  I continued to sleuth on my own. 

    Come back, Caramello!

Flower appreciation

 

There's a beautiful flower that I like to visit at the bluffs.

    It has been a launching pad for some of my most important investigative work.        

It has also crossed my mind that if I were to position myself strategically I could use this flower and its foliage as part of a disguise to render me scary and warriorlike, as the elephants did when fighting the rhinoceri in Babar's Travels.

                    

    Just a thought.
 

Guidance

 

Dolce's uncle

 

Dolce's uncle paid her a holiday visit. He thoughtfully paid attention as well to those of us who didn't have any visiting relatives.  

But when I got home I was beset with the blues.  Why didn't I have any relatives visiting?

 

Too bad my relatives live on the other side of the continent.

Left out

 

A small bit of good news

    There has been a lot of terrible medical news in my circle recently.  So I am pleased to at least allay concerns in one tiny area.  My recent lab tests revealed good results:  a very good general blood panel, normal liver enzymes, and a phenobarbital level that was actually a little on the low side, which means there's lots of room to increase the dosage should that ever be necessary.  

    So my health is one less thing for my associates to have to think about.  

    If you want to, though, you to can always worry about my weight: 17 pounds, 7 ounces. Remember, however, that a good portion of that --  at least 5 to 10 pounds, I'd estimate --  is attributable to my luxuriant fur.

  

I look into bettering my position

  

I've been investigating substituting a new family in for my current one.  Nothing personal, but the magic is gone.

So I went out to the bluff and insinuated myself next to a dad/daughter duo sitting on a bench.

         

    For some reason, they did not seem to notice me.

    Then I found another couple:  sophisticated yet mellow, enjoying their wine at sunset.

  I stood by winsomely, then sat there to suggest that I belonged with them.

    But they were too wrapped up in each other to pay attention to me.

 People are so self-involved these days.  

Apparently I'd better stick with what I've got. My family is quite attentive.