The Predictive Power of Photos

Contrary to the impression given by this picture, which was taken Saturday, the dogs aren't getting along all that well with each other. Newdog has started bullying Tuffy a little, which upsets both John and me. As with Jenny and Noodle long ago, John wants to be able to designate the top dog by seniority, but of course it doesn't work like that. The best I can hope for is to catch Newdog in the act of snapping at Tuffy and correct her, often enough to make a difference.

John has rejected the names Tess, Martha, and Lady Madonna. He currently favors Lady Bigfoot. To his mild dismay, our semi-nameless Trouble Dog hasn't quite warmed up to John yet, either. I think it's because I've spent many more hours with her than John has to this point. He thinks she may not be as well-disposed toward men as women - or maybe it's just him. Not to worry; we'll get there. She's only been here four days.

Monday night I noticed the setting sun was peeking through an arch in the Subway building in the Safeway shopping center. I shouldn't have been surprised; as the ancient Mayans and the Beaker People knew, when the sunset is perfectly aligned through the Subway arch, it will mark the Vernal Equinox, followed closely by John's birthday and Easter.

As you can see, it has a week to go. The sun is still a little bit off to the south!

Karen