Another American Adventure: After

Thursday, March 22, 2012

After

Thirsty after a long afternoon at the spa.

This is Jubilee after her trip to the Clip & Dip today. Getting ready for her big week when John and Eric come to visit!

3 comments:

BarbaraMarch 22, 2012 at 6:20 PM
Jubilee looks really good with her new cut, cool and fresh. I bet she's one happy doggy with John and Eric around!
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beth cioffolettiMarch 23, 2012 at 5:01 AM
They won't get here for another week, but Jubilee already seems a bit spunkier. I think that I should get her groomed more often - she's still itchy, but not quite as much as usual (or so it seems). I've got her on a good diet now, and the weather seems to be calming down some. Very balmy and fresh feeling.
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BarbaraMarch 23, 2012 at 2:46 PM
Found a nasty mat on Bogart today. I teased it out, but maybe it is time for a trip to the groomer and a sanitary clip.
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.