Category Archives: Stories

The Rule Still Stands

If you think about it, the word “Dog” is a  bit of a concept.  I’d be hard-pressed to explain to you the difference between Dogs and Cats, but I surely can tell a French bulldog from a Siamese cat, and … Continue reading

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His penmanship is terrible!

Today, Shimmer and I were one of THOSE people. Here’s the story: I needed to pick up cat kibble for our cats. A task Shimmer couldn’t care less about, except that kibble was involved. He’s a fiend for kibble: dog, … Continue reading

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The road less travelled is less travelled for a reason

Today, Shimmer and I went to Walter Haas Park. I was hoping the park was named after the avocado guy, but it turns out it’s named after the guy in charge of  Levi Strauss & Co. a few years back. At … Continue reading

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¡Viva el pollo amarillo!

I brought a new squeak toy for Shimmer today. A pink spiky bird thing with goofy eyes and a pot belly. It doesn’t matter what his toy looks like, he’ll destroy it soon enough. Most toys don’t make it through … Continue reading

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He’s like a lucky charm

Shimmer goes off to visit some friends tomorrow, so I won’t have much to report, but I do have some news: in part to this daily verbal snapshot, I got a gig as a professional blogger with a hyperlocal site! … Continue reading

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He gets them done on time, too!

I know how hot the Delta is by how cold, windy, and foggy we are. Sacramento must be burning up. The fog had wrapped itself around the top of Twin Peaks, blinding the tourists.  Glen Park Canyon was hidden by … Continue reading

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He should work at the United Nations

Shimmer and I came across the multi-lingual Wet Paint sign on a concrete block utility shed we pass regularly on our walk. The sign was a lie; there was no wet paint. But there it was, haphazardly taped to the … Continue reading

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