Archive for August, 2015

Wild Saturday Night

August 30, 2015 Leave a comment

With Busby’s 100 year-old great grandma and friend Shelly at the retirement home. Busby’s giving her a hug.

Creatures of San Francisco

August 29, 2015 Leave a comment

The Circus is in San Jose

August 27, 2015 Leave a comment

While my train pulled out of San Jose this afternoon, I could see a few unfortunate animals, such as the elephants in the background of the photo. Neat to see, but I feel bad for them.

Please No Barking

August 23, 2015 Leave a comment

When you think you’ve seen it all

August 19, 2015 2 comments

Oops, we started construction on our new house

August 16, 2015 Leave a comment

The place we live in San Francisco is about a year old and we’re the first owners. So naturally, it must be time to start tearing it apart.

Tornado Warning at DEN airport

August 11, 2015 2 comments

While waiting for my flight at the Denver airport, a tornado warning was announced. The recorded message says to take shelter in stairwells and restrooms.

Outside is just gray though, but now me and a bunch of guys are standing around in the men’s room after a cop told us to get away from the windows.

Diverted to Colorado Springs

August 10, 2015 Leave a comment

Due to a pretty big storm hitting the Denver airport, my flight this evening was diverted so we could land, refuel, and proceed to Denver once it was safe to land there.

I’m now at the Colorado Springs airport waiting for my flight to get clearance to fly to Denver.

The photo I took was on the approach to Colorado Springs. One big cloud, rain below it, and a sunset behind it.

Delores park at 8pm

August 2, 2015 1 comment

We Rescued A Lost Dog Today

August 1, 2015 Leave a comment

While walking Busby this morning, we came across this little dog sitting on the corner of our street. He was all alone and looked a bit frightened. So, I had Busby sit as I coaxed him over to me, which didn’t take much, since he was almost begging to be helped. I picked him up and walked the half-block to our front steps. Thankfully, the tag on his collar said Junior and had a phone number.

So, I called and asked if the person had a dog named Junior. He said yes, and I told him I had his dog. The owner didn’t even know his dog was missing and lost!

Busby, Junior and I sat on our front steps for a few minutes waiting for the owner to come get him. Junior was still frightened, but patiently sat next to us.  

Junior the lost puppy

Once his owner showed up (he lived close by), Junior got very excited and was clearly happy. He even started trying to play with Busby, although even standing on his hind legs only allowed him to reach Busby’s shoulders. It was interesting, and relieving, to see his personality go from timid and scared to happy and playful. 

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