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dogs the size of cats
Monday, June 11 2012
For some reason I'd slept in the Gunther room last night (the smaller of the two basement guest rooms). Edgar saw me when I came up the stairs, and this is how I knew I'd won him over. The little guy was happy to see me. Unlike a cat, when a dog is happy to see someone there is no way he can hide it. He was wiggling back and forth and moaning he was so happy, and he even let me scratch him on the rump. This morning when Gretchen took the dogs for a walk, Ramona didn't go, but Edgar did. And my going was not a requirement.
At some point Jessika and Aaron returned from the place where they'd spent most of the weekend, a lavish mansion in the Catskills near Tannersville. The mansion belongs to Aaron's family and the story goes that it was bought fully-furnished (with mid-19th Century furnishings) in the 1950s for $1000. They were mostly just here to pick up the dogs, but we got a chance for one more walk, so we convoyed up to the bluestone quarry where the abandoned hotel and explored that place for awhile. Aaron had brought is fancy camera and he shot a lot of photographs while Jessika and Gretchen mostly talked about women's arm wrestling (which, though popular in the Hudson Valley, has its origins in Charlottesville) and roller derby (which Jessika had helped bring to Charlottesville).
After Jessika and Aaron left with their dogs, I went down to the greenhouse to look for either Julius (aka "Stripey") and Nigel, who had been so freaked out by the miniature canines that they had mostly stayed down there (I'd even been taking them food). I found Stripey, brought him back to the house, and it wasn't long before the absence of nemeses made him frisky. Normally he freaks out about our Ramona as well as strange dogs, but her movements are a lot more predictable than those made by dogs the size of cats.
At some point today I launched myself on something of a Girls marathon. Though I'd liked it better than Gretchen or Sarah the Vegan had, I'd been a bit dubious. But the more I watched it, the more I came to care about its cast of maddeningly-selfish characters.
Charlottesville Ramona (left foreground) and Edgar in a part of the abandoned hotel.
My Ramona with (from left) Gretchen, Aaron's back, and Jessika in the abandoned hotel. Click for a bigger version.
Edgar in the abandoned hotel. Click for a bigger version.
When we drive somewhere, we always bring Sally. We'd left the Subaru's door open and somehow she'd ended up like this.
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