A Day Without Poop

Is like a day without sunshine.  But since we’re in rainy Portland… Today, no poop bags were sacrificed in the name of keeping the streets of Portland clean.  Walking was brisk, less time spent sniffing around for the “right spot”. There is of course a very good reason for this – yesterday, Bogart produced a…

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Sunday Morning Bagel-age

The grey skies have returned to Portland – but that is still no reason not to wake up at 7 AM on Sunday so that we can walk to get a Kettleman’s toasted, buttered, pumpernickel bagel.  First a little water… I’m oddly parched. Then – as is my custom – I give mama a big…

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Fleet Week

Weekends in Portland + nice weather = FESTIVALS!  The Rose Festival is here and that’s the biggie, but on our way there we detoured to check out the Dragon Moon Festival: Not much going on there.  Shame.  We thought that was going to be cool. Ah well, take me to the river mama! The Saturday…

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Happy Birthday to You…

Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday dear KLAUS… Happy Birthday to you. The family is all here – just like we should be – and Klaus we MISS YOU. The little stuffed Airedale was from Klaus’ ICU nurse Margie, who took such good care of him, Bogart, and I. Bogart was entranced by the cake. …

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I Can See Clearly Now

Well… no. Today marks 3 months since Klaus passed away.  Annoying that it is the same day that I have to write a rent check.  Sad because, well, it’s just very sad. I have an odd quirk.  Ok, I have many odd quirks.  But this one seems to live deep inside me, because I pull…

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