Lambiedog

Calamaro

    Who was the late Fino Calamaro?  From his bench plaque at the bluffs, we know that Mr. Calamaro was born in 1919 and died in 1996.

   The Blue and Gold Yearbook of the University of California at Berkeley lists a 1949 graduate by the name of Raphael Fino i Calamaro, who graduated with a degree in Civil Engineering.  The yearbook states that he hailed from Eypt,and was a transfer from Ecole Francaise d'Ingenieurs.   

    We also know that Mr. Calamaro an engineer who worked in the aerospace industry at McDonnell Douglas in the 1960s and 1970s, because he is mentioned in the memoirs  of a finite element analysis consultant named Henry Fong.

    There has been and continues to be a Calamaro living in the bluffs area since 1973 -- a relative, perhaps?

    What we know for sure is that Mr. Calamaro was loved and is missed by his family.

Wild licorice

    Some find wild licorice to be an acquired taste.

    For me, the attraction was instantaneous.

    The stuff is a grazer's delight.

Moon bounce

That je ne sais quoi

 

 

    Sylvie is new to the bluffs.

    She is a delicate black dog, a Schipperke who was just adopted by a couple who love dogs and had owned a Schipperke previously.  They gave her the name Sylvie in honor of her breed's Belgian roots.

    Right now, Sylvie still stays close to her owner.

She was too shy to come and cavort with me and the other dogs and a little boy we were playing with. 

So I decided to approach her where she felt safest. 

    I think Sylvie's going to be a good addition to our group.  We could use some Continental sophistication.

 

 

 

 

Taking the bitter with the sweet

     Usually when the topic is medical I'm moaning, but today I have something positive to say.  It's about Greenies Pill Pockets, which I've been enjoying for almost a week now.   

    In the past I hated taking the potassium bromide that is supposed to manage my seizure problems, because it was delivered via a horrible system of shooting a syringeful of horrible red medicine down my throat.  

    Last week, however, we got a new supply of potassium bromide -- in capsule form.  And then we got these delicious Greenies Pill Pockets, which are like little chicken caramels in which my capsules are artfully hidden.  All of a sudden pill time is my favorite time of the day.

    The Greenies are not cheap, at least not at the vet's, where we bought them.  They might be cheaper online.  But no matter what the cost, from my standpoint they are definitely worth the splurge.

Beauty at the bluffs

    I met some young ladies at the bluff.  I was dazzled by their beauty and their sandals.   

    They were deep in conversation and texting, but they welcomed me and we exchanged pleasantries.  

    I was not part of their world, but they were temporarily part of mine.  And that's the magic of the bluffs.

        

Wisdom of the elders

 

My grandpa's been visiting.  

I took him out for a walk on the bluffs.

 

 

 

Later on, we sat together in companionable silence while he read his newspaper and I chewed on my bone.

 

 

Heartwarming encounter

I met some high spirited children at the bluffs.

I was apprehensive at first that they might tie a can to my tail or something.  But actually they were quite tender with me, and respectful of my dog ways. 

When it was time to leave them, I turned my head so no one would see the tears in my eyes, then walked away resolutely, without looking back.  

Intervention

My friends staged an intervention with me regarding my self-destructive (albeit typical for southern California) preoccupation with body image.  

The experience was sobering, but it felt good to know that they cared.  

Possible new exercise guru

A woman I met at the bluffs offered to let me exercise with her.

She led me through some moves designed to make me more limber and relaxed.

    I'm going to take it slow.