Clearly it's my fault for letting her see the package sitting on the front porch when I came home this evening. She grabbed it and ran up and down the street shaking it back and forth in her mouth. I feed her only the best crack.

It snowed about 6 inches here this morning once the storm was done. That's really about a perfect amount of snow: enough to mess up traffic but not too much (or too cold outside) to enjoy it. I didn't even mind shoveling the sidewalk, and Fabi enjoyed running back and forth through all my neighbors' yards and diving down every so often to get a big mouthful.

Only my dog could snoop around and find old tumbleweeds to play with during the snowfall!

I think the terrorists would give up their evil ways if they knew the punishment for their crimes would be the forced application of antler costumes.

Fabi was certain she could get George to play with her at my family's farm in Oklahoma. George didn't seem to care what Fabi was doing, however.

We have a tradition on our farm, started by my grandfather, that we call all of our cattle “George”. He started this behavior long before George Foreman decided to call all of his children by that same name. No matter which animal he was talking about, he called it George... and somehow we knew which one he meant. Even the females.

There are over fifty cattle named George on our farm at the moment.

Fabi and I went up to Steamboat Lake State Park this weekend to get our bodies and minds clear and ready for the Democratic National Convention taking place this week just up the street from our house. Fabi, of course, is an independent voter and will feel the pressure this week as the Dems attempt to sway her vote their way. I just wanted to get the fuck out of town for a while, and since next weekend is Labor Day, I chose to not fight the insanity that is a three-day weekend at a Colorado State Park.

We had a nice campsite next to the lake. I cooked hot dogs and pork 'n' beans for five different meals (including breakfast), and the dog swam/chased chipmunks/chased squirrels/chased crows/chased other dogs/pooped all weekend long. One downside was that she awoke at every strange new sound, all night long... which meant I was awake, too, as she got up from the bedroll and investigated by glaring menacingly at the tent door flap.