After bringing Watson home, I knew for certain that I’d fully become a dog person. I was on the dog-cat fence before that.
Still, there’s something undeniably fetching about the other side of that fence. Ah, cats.
Over a year ago, I took pictures of white storks perched on their nests atop some Roman ruins. There were hardly any trees around that part of the old citadel of Rabat.
It’s fascinating how animals adapt to their environments. If humans could be as pliant and less stubborn about how correct we think we always are, I bet we’d all evolve faster (or at least make better choices).
White storks are said to be sacred symbols of Juno, the Roman goddess of hearth and home. I guess this week is as good as any for me to start embodying them.
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While we were away, it seemed like you turned up everywhere we went. Each time we thought of you and loudly wondered how you were- if you’d already eaten or gone to bed- we also wondered if you could be thinking of us too.
When we reached Lake Tekapo where Hippie’s parents were getting married, we met Harvey who was half Pug and half Chihuahua. Harvey’s mum explained how pure pugs like yourself don’t survive the extreme climates of New Zealand. And that’s why Harvey has a longer snout, so he can breathe better.
He was so kind and friendly, Wats. If you’d met him, I think you guys would have been instant friends.
I don’t know what it is about zoos, amusement parks, musicals, etc. that brings you back to a nearly lost world of childhood awe and wonder. It’s amazing, really. One minute you’re going : “Hey we better hurry if we want to catch the free shuttle bus service!”
The next thing you know, you’re gushing:
“Aminals! Aminals evweewhere!”
So it has happened.
In a span of merely a few days, I’ve somehow transformed into one of those mothers. You know, those who can’t stop talking about their babies; can’t stop thinking about them.
When I was in Korea a couple of years ago, we drove up to Mt. Seoraksan and visited a secluded little farm. Coming from the more tropical parts of the world, I always expect farms to have large expanses of rice paddies and coconut trees. In much cooler parts of Asia though, such as Korea, farms naturally have flora and fauna meant to withstand the chillier climates of their year.
Hence the strawberries, thick- fleeced sheep, and a very responsive snow dog: