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.
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.
My European correspondent has sent me some photos of French dogs engaged in their native routines:
I note that these dogs seem perhaps more urbane than us simple country folk who gather at the bluff.
There is a significant difference in tone between my morning and evening bluff outings.
My trip to the bluffs in the morning tends to be solitary and brief, with the sole purpose of excretion before returning home for breakfast.
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By contrast, my afternoon migration is broadly social and open-ended. After sometimes stopping off to visit my friend Willy, I fall into what historian Howard Kern calls the 'canine convoy' making its way westward to the bluffs like some great wave of manifest destiny.
Out at the bluffs you can meet all sorts of individuals. People who sit on the bluff benches tend to be very welcoming to me, which is a good thing since I tend to join them without waiting to be invited.
I met a nice dog named Luna. Since I already know a dog named Luna, let's call this new one Luna2.
It's a challenge to tell which end of Luna2 is the front. Luckily, I am equipped with an excellent sniffing mechanism.
A sports figure whom I admire starred last year in a Spike Lee documentary about his work ethic. Entitled "Kobe Doin Work," the documentary followed Kobe Bryant through a day in the life.
I've been inspired by that film to present this homage, which I call, "Lambie Doin Work."
