Grabbing the Last Days of Fall

Milo survived his neutering very well. Dix had made preparations in accordance with Internet advice - confinement away from stairs, bed and potty box on the floor, no chairs to jump off, Victorian collar. It must have been an out-of-date article because five hours after procedure, Milo was jumping from table to counter and batty as a monkey on drugs - which he was with $30 of pain medicine. It was a relief and comical, but it got a little old as it stretched into the evening.

We did an overnight camp at our Grannier Meadows elk camp. The critters were great travelers. They napped in the camper as Dix and I four-wheeled up the mountain. We met a couple of hunters and told them we were rock hunting. On our way back through, they had left us an arrow on the trail pointing to some prospect diggings with a lot of quartz. That was thoughtful and shows the kind of people you meet in the hills. But, I learned a lesson in trying to take too much on in retirement. The unusually mild weather had tempted me to do too much travel for just a half day pleasure. It took another day to recover.

On Sunday folks at the Morad Park dog walk were feeling good about the T-shirt weather. Buddy cooled of in the river. He's got a bad habit of walking off with anyone, especially if they have dogs. I lay back and wait to see how long it takes for him to realize he is with the wrong group. His recovery time seems to be about five or so minutes. I think he may not have been an abused rescue dog, but rather a wanderer that got lost and found trouble.